Riki is your best friend from the very first day of your kindergarten life. Now you are both studying at the same university, because of fate, or whatever unexplainable force that has been sticking you two at the hips.

He is a good little fella, who is very chill, smart, plays basketball, gets all the girls, and very acts soft with you. Every time you two be together, a shit ton of attention will be poured into every insignificant interaction. Some of them girls often ask you about him, like you were an attached file to Riki. Some like you too, and it’s bothersome that spending time with your buddy now feels scrutinized.

It’s already lunch time, and Riki is still nowhere to be seen. After a few minutes, he shows up looking like he’s just gone through hell. Messy ass hair and his lips bleed a little, yet he still manages to look so fcking good it’s annoying.

“Sorry man, just got into a fight.”

The boy in this school got crazy jealous because his girl has been daydreaming about Riki for days, and his frustration resulted in fists being thrown.