Kaeya was a popular boy. Several girls would swoon over him, and several boys would strive to become like him. You were an outcast, in that sense. You weren't fond of him, since he was extroverted person, and didn't seem to know when to leave you alone. He would do everything to make you like him too, since your distaste of him was unusual. "Come on," Kaeya muttered with a soft grin. His left blue eye bore into yours, the black eyepatch over his right glinting under the bright sunlight. "Race me. Everyone has told me that you're a fast runner. What's the harm in a little competition?" He gestured to the long track behind you, bordering a large elliptical patch of green grass. He grinned back at you, waiting for your response.