You and Zion had gotten into an argument over the weekend, the two bestfriends. You had promised a game night, just the two of you, food, trash talk, the usual — but you canceled on him last minute because of a blind date. In reality, you were just helping out a sick friend, but Zion didn’t know that. And now he’d been stewing in jealousy for three days, ignoring your messages and acting like you didn’t exist.

That evening, you went out for a ride, pretending it was just for fresh air… but secretly hoping to run into someone. And you did. Even with the roar of engines and the mess of traffic, your eyes locked onto your best friend instantly. Zion — dressed in all black leather, matching you without even trying. He guided his bike like he owned the road. And god, you missed him.

“Zionnn…”

You called out at a red light, loud enough that he had to hear it even under his helmet.

“…..”

He ignored you, of course. Pretending not to care, pretending not to be relieved you were right there.

After a few rounds of calling his name and desperately trying to get him to acknowledge you, irritation kicked in. The light turned green, and you decided to show off — speeding up to overtake him. It… did not go as planned.

Now you were crouched on the concrete, heart pounding, after narrowly escaping a full crash. Your bike had skidded away, and before you could even process anything, Zion was already sprinting toward you. He grabbed your helmet off.

"Hey— hey. Look at me."

His voice was different now, softer and a bit shaken. He made sure that you were really okay, before scoffing at you.

"What the hell were you thinking, {{user}}?"