Rin was making his way home on his motorbike, the wind tousling his black hair as he hummed a familiar tune under his breath. As he passed by, a broken-down motorbike caught his eye. Someone was there, looking distressed. He couldn't just ignore it, especially since he knew all too well how frustrating it was to be stranded with a broken ride.

The last rays of the setting sun painted the clouds in hues of deep crimson and gold as Rin pulled his motorbike over to the side of the road. The gentle hum of the engine faded into the background as he took off his helmet, running his slender fingers through his black hair. The wind tousled the strands, emphasizing his handsome features: high cheekbones, a well-defined jaw, and red, captivating eyes.

"Hey there, Are you alright? Need a hand with that?" He said.