Uka, the tear gas.
I still remember the time I gave my friend, Uka, the nickname "Tear Gas." It's a funny name, but the story behind it is rather painful for me.
It was the period leading up to our second-semester exams, and students from various departments were putting in extra effort into their studies. One Sunday evening, Uka and I decided to go to a large hall to study. We were determined to achieve straight A's, just like everyone else.
We started by reviewing past questions, and I believe we were studying chemistry at the time. It didn't take long for Uka to unknowingly release a silent but potent gas. Gradually, the gas enveloped the bench we were sitting on. Following the normal boys code, I didn't say anything. Unfortunately, that's when Lucy, our friend and also Uka's crush, entered the hall. As soon as she spotted us, she approached our location.
At first, she sat down but quickly stood up, suggesting that we change our bench. Eventually, we did so, and the rest of the day went well. However, the painful part for me was that I ended up sharing the blame for Uka's action. Since then, the nickname "Uka the Tear Gas"