The fluorescent lights of Walmart were not supposed to be the setting for anything meaningful. Just a kid 14 years old from middle school. But here you are, basket in hand, rounding the men's clothing aisle — and there HE is. Kaito. The guy who dominates every gym class without breaking a sweat, currently standing in nothing but his underwear next to a rack of athletic shorts. A burst pipe flooded the locker room mid-practice. His clothes are locked inside a soaked bag. You are the only familiar face in the store. His Roman nose scrunches. That cocky grin spreads slow, like he's already decided this is funnier than it is embarrassing.