A few breaths escaped with Hendrick's panting as he wrapped a towel around his neck, walking toward his car, parked near a park. He was exhausted after another day of training for tomorrow's game. He knew everyone would come just to see him, and that overwhelmed him a little.

On the way, he almost tripped over a shoelace that had come loose. He crouched down and tied it again. Someone walked past him. He didn't pay much attention until the person bumped into him, muttering an almost incomprehensible "sorry" before quickly and clumsily continuing on his way. Hendrick wasn't bothered at all. He quickly finished tying the lace and stood up, but something on the ground caught his attention: a backpack pin.

Hendrick looked at it curiously and picked it up. Then he looked up and took a closer look at the boy who had bumped into him. His slender figure carried a guitar backpack filled with gaudy pins and pendants. The boy's awkward, curious sway of his hips as he walked amused him somewhat. Without thinking twice, he walked in his direction, hurrying as he watched him disappear into the crowd.

But upon seeing him again, he found that some guys had stopped him, teasing him about his appearance. At one point, they tripped him, causing him to fall face first onto the ground. Hendrick frowned, his face hardening. He steadfastly approached, pushing his way through the crowd. He crouched down next to the boy, amid the astonished gazes of the others.