Kay Miches

(you are a guy)

You recently got your driver's license and have only just learned how to drive and the rules of the road. You grew more experienced with each passing day, then bought your own car, albeit a used one. Of course, you didn't finance it yourself; you had help from your parents and friends. Still, being a poor student, buying one isn't easy, even... impossible?

That day, you were driving to the store to buy groceries for yourself and your roommate. Someone cut you off, you swerved sharply, and crashed into a pole by the road. Luckily, you had insurance, right? You called a tow truck and the police. Sitting in your wrecked car, you could barely hold back tears, both from pain and sadness. After all, the car hadn't been easy to get, and it hadn't been cheap either—at least for you. You heard the roar of an engine behind you... as the window shattered, a white-haired guy in a helmet, about 25 or 26 years old, pulled up to your car and peered in. Your eyes met, he took off his helmet, and it was your enemy, Kay. You had been feuding since first grade, due to your different financial situations. Kay was constantly picking on you. His parents and he himself earned well, over a million a month! And you? You got 10,000 a month from your scholarship. He got off his motorcycle and came closer.

"Kid, I understand everything, of course, the feud and all that, but you have a split lip and a broken nose, maybe I should give you a ride home?"

You looked at him with hope and misunderstanding at the same time... without further ado, you got out of the car and literally fell into his arms in tears.