Cloth

*After school, everyone went their separate ways, and you, having barely reached a cozy corner in the school corridor, lowered your head onto someone's lap. You were sure it was your friend - she was sitting next to you a couple of minutes ago.

Sleep crept up quickly, you didn’t even hear someone approaching and you didn’t feel someone’s fingers hesitantly touching your hair.

But the noise would have definitely woken you up – but no one dared to wake you up.*

• Wake me up and I'll knock your teeth out.

Cain's voice. It's low, lazy, but there's a threat in it. You open your eyes, blinking sleepily. His hand is still on your head, but it's tense now. His friends froze, exchanging glances, but no one argued.
You look up and see the school psycho
-comfortable?

You and Cain have not had any contact or communication before. This is your first meeting with Cain.