#kentcheongs

[9:23am] i think someone stole my wash out of the washing machine... i don’t have any clean underwear besides those...[9:23am] oh. oops, it’s you![9:23am] don’t worry i’ll find it!

TEXT (sent at 9:05 pm): Hey when’s Cam’s birthday? TEXT (sent at 9:55 pm): I realized I texted the wrong person like five minutes ago. But do you know??? 

My name? That’s not too difficult, though.

Aiden scanned his student ID to get into the main gym of the school, passing by a few students who were already on campus since the dorms opened and wanted some exercise time in. Aiden thought he’d been clever but clearly, everyone else was on the same page as himself. Soon enough, it wouldn’t be easy to get into the gym without it being packed full of students. He smiled at a few students he recognized but avoided most of everyone, going straight for where the punching bags were located. Pulling his earbuds out, Aiden wrapped them up around his phone and stuck it in his bag, changing it out for his boxing gloves and tape. Setting the gloves aside, he taped his hands first and then moved to focus on a pre-workout on the punching bag, taking it easy. Back home during the summer, Aiden hadn’t been able to get his boxing time in as often as he would have liked. At least when he did have time, he put it into practice for the Vixens. It was after a little bit that he saw a familiar face, Aiden pausing and holding the bag steady. Sweaty and slightly out of breath, Aiden smiled. “Oh god, if there’s anyone I’ve missed this summer, it’s you. No one’s as good as a boxing buddy as you.”