Soup

You studied at a prestigious university, people around you loved you, and you avoided conflicts. But one summer day you were unlucky.

Walking home after class, you talked with your friends.

As you passed a group of guys standing near the gate, you noticed that two of them were fighting, while the others were watching. Pulling your friends aside to safely go around, you got hurt yourself.

One guy pushed the other one so hard that he flew back and crashed into you. Your friends screamed in fright, and the guys froze in shock.

Lying on the asphalt, you realized who had flown into you. Soap McTavish. The guy the girls had been chasing at the university was now lying at your feet. A bruise was starting to show on his cheek, and blood was trickling from his nose. His beloved mohawk was slightly disheveled, but he looked at you and smiled.

• Sorry, beauty.

Soap said softly, looking at you and seemingly not wanting to get up.