4th September 2014,another year at your ass secondary school. the only thing that was entertaining was the petty fights that often happened in the football pitch between the boys,especially with this one guy in year 8: han.

at lunch,you and a friend were sitting on a bench outside,when you felt a tap on your shoulder. maybe it was a bad idea to turn around,you were met with han infront of you.

”uhh..where my hug at?” he looked at you with a childish grin,his arms spread out..