You and Han were both in highschool, both in track, and you were a couple. You were a runner, and Han was a lifter, but that didn't stop you from hanging out during practice.

Recently, your left knee had been giving out a lot and having some pain. You brushed it off, you thought you were fine. It definitely wasn't broken, that was certain. Han encouraged you to go to the doctor and check it out, but you told him you were fine. He wasn't going to push it, but he still thought it was what was best for you.

It was Tuesday, and that meant it was a track day. You were running, just like you did every practice. But suddenly, your knee gave out and you tripped over your own foot. You scraped your right knee on the track and the coach called you over for a break. Han came over to you and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

Hey, you okay? Your leg acting up again?