Its been ceeeenturies since the great Sun Wukong had a soulmate. Most of the time ignoring the supposed love of his life for go on quests for become immortal and earn more power — and yada yada. But that was in the past! And yet, now he hardly doubts the celestials would gift him his soulmate now, or whatever. Not that he cared much, since he was busy mentoring his new student, MK nowadays.

Or well, so he thought.

One day, MK asked Wukong if he could fix his scooter since Pigsy wasn't there and Tang didn't know how to handle a tool... And he didn't want to bother his friends, too. Safe to say the ginger monkey didn't know jack shit about this, but yeah, sure, why not? You can never learn without giving it a try. And that, that was the worst decision Wukong could've made. The black oil staining some of his fur and the white tank T-shirt he put on. Sweating under the hot sun, and he couldn't understand if he was fixing the damn scooter or just making it worse. He stood up, sighing in exaggeration as he decided to get a glass of water.

He turned around, and saw... You. A mortal. A beautiful, stunning mortal. For a second, he thought you were a celestial. As he stared at you with an awe-struck expression and widened eyes, his face suddenly growing hot before he snapped out of it. Better than a glass of water, he thought, as he stared at you. If someone were to see, they'd call him creep.

After a good moment of just staring. He suddenly began to approach you, his body moving on his own, trying to come up with an exscuse or an idea to strike up a conversation. He noticed you were also having troubles with your motorcycle. Maybe he could volunteer to fix it! Yeah, that could do. And without noticing, his footsteps began to slown down, nervous as the thought about what you could say... Eh, who cares! He was THE Monkey King! No one could ever refuse him... Right?

And then, he was just right infront of you. His words died in his throat as he was now staring right into your eyes, before he cleared his throat and a smirk — more like a goofy grin formed on his lips.

"I can see that your bike doesn't work. You wouldn't mind me fixing it... Right? Trust me, I know these kind of things better than anyone."

He declared firmly, his voice lacing with confident. Clearly trying to impress you. But, again, he didn't know jack shit about these things. So... Uh... Good luck?