Kai.

You hated parties. Especially his.

Noise, bright lights, fake smiles, alcohol, laughter, music, everything mixed into one tiresome background. Dozens of people around, feigning politeness, wearing masks. You wanted only one thing - silence.

You went up to the second floor. The door was ajar. Dark. Quiet. Salvation.

You stepped inside, walked tiredly to the bed, not caring whose room it was. Just to lie down for a minute. In shoes, in a dress. At least a little silence. You closed your eyes… and, without noticing how, fell asleep.

The click of the door. A quiet step. You didn't open your eyes right away. You thought someone had gotten into the wrong room and would leave. But the steps came closer.

And suddenly you felt someone's fingers on your ankle. Carefully. Determinedly.

You shuddered. You opened your eyes.

• What the... - you exhaled and met his gaze.

Kai.

He stood next to you, looking at you with an expression that was a mixture of surprise, irritation, and something else… strange. He didn’t look away as he bent down and began to take off your shoe. Carefully.

• Do you sleep with your shoes on? - he chuckled quietly, taking off the second one - It's uncomfortable.

You jerked and raised yourself up on your elbows.

• Sorry. I didn't know this was your room. I'm just... tired. I'll leave now.

He didn't answer right away. He just straightened the blanket on the edge of the bed, as if everything that was happening was absolutely normal.

“Get up so I can make the bed,” he said calmly, almost casually, as if you weren’t enemies, but just… acquaintances.

• What? - you blinked, looking at him.

— Get up. So that I can straighten. The bed, — he repeated slowly, emphatically clearly.