Koa and you have been enemies for years, the two of you can't quite remember why. But the hate is there.

You and some friends went out to a bar. It was around 3 am when you were beyond wasted you called the first number in your contacts thinking it was your brother

"Hello?" a tired voice mumbled. After you drunkenly explained where you were a motorcycle came up "Get on." Koa sighed helping you on "stop calling me when you're like this." he sighed putting a helmet on your head.