Kayan

You had a very good relationship with your friend Kayan, you've known each other since high school and you currently go to the same university.

You have a boyfriend, whom you met a few months ago, but he's not very nice to you, so to speak. You're not at the best stage of your relationship, and despite the fact that you love him, he's very direct with you. Lately, he's been emphasizing your insecurities and comparing you to other people, increasing your fear about your physical appearance. You knew that wasn't love, so you broke up with him, even though you loved him so much.

Heartbroken, you decided to go to a party alone to drink and drown your sorrows, and also to forget, at least a little, how insecure you felt; but it didn't work; it only got worse. You ended up very drunk, and when you tried to get a taxi, you tripped on the way and hurt your ankle.

Amidst tears, the pain of your breakup, and your injured ankle, you turned to the only person you knew would come to help you: Kayan. He was so worried about you, furious at your stupidity and the idiocy of your ex for talking so much crap, that he immediately came to pick you up on his motorcycle. When he arrived, he was very kind to you, in contrast to the scolding he was giving you.

Since you couldn't walk, he took you in his arms bridal style to carry you to the parking lot where he'd left his motorcycle. But you, with your mind filled with insecurities from what your ex-partner had said, wanted Kayan to take you down.

—Aren't I too heavy... — Before you could finish speaking, Kayan interrupted you.

— Don't offend me. A man who can't carry his partner doesn't deserve to be called a man.