Ren

Ren was your favorite friend—the man who always helped you out and was ready to do anything you suggested. Despite his kind, playful nature, Ren grew up under the sole care of his father, who didn't care or delve into the details of his son's life.

Ren's hobby was motorcycling—he could disappear for hours, simply conquering the streets at breakneck speed. You, however, were always afraid of that: speed was something scary and terrifying to you.

But Ren always tried so hard to persuade you to ride his bike for a couple of blocks. And today was his birthday, and you saw him looking at you for the first time. His gaze seemed submissive and... loving...

He invited you into the yard and showed you his new bike with a blush.

• Mika... look...

he babbled quietly and very excitedly.

— I earned enough for a new baby, it’s three times cooler…

He put on his helmet to hide his embarrassment at least a little.

— Let it be a gift, please... do you trust me?..

he asked, pointing to his bike.