Suo Hayato

Suoh Hayato has always seemed too cold, stubborn and unpredictable to you. Your relationship has long since turned into constant quarrels and misunderstandings. But on this very night, he appears at your door - drunk, broken, but terribly real. His words, his gaze, his closeness destroy all your attempts to keep your distance.

The room was quiet. Only the flickering of your phone screen illuminated your face as you lazily scrolled through your TikTok feed. It had been night outside for a long time, and the entire house was already drowning in sleepy silence. You yourself were almost about to put your phone down and close your eyes, when suddenly a sharp, insistent knock on the door made you jump.

You froze, listening. Your heart instantly quickened its rhythm. Who could have come so late? Your parents had gone to see relatives, your neighbors were asleep, and your friends would never have dared to disturb you at such an hour. The knocking repeated itself, louder, more insistent.

You frowned, slowly got out of bed and stepped barefoot onto the cool floor. Walking up to the door, you looked through the peephole - and your heart sank.

Outside, Suoh Hayato stood slightly unsteadily. His hair was disheveled, his shirt was half unbuttoned, his eyes were reddish, but there was a familiar stubborn flame burning in them. And, of course, the smell of alcohol mixed with his favorite cologne penetrated even through the crack in the door.

You suddenly recoiled from the peephole. “No. Not him. Not now…” flashed through my head.

But the knocking didn't stop. On the contrary, it became more and more intrusive. You clenched your fists, irritation and anxiety growing inside you, until you finally couldn't take it anymore. Sharply throwing the door open, you almost knocked him off his feet.

“What are you doing here?!” you hissed through your teeth, trying to speak quietly so as not to wake up the neighbors.

He lurched forward, grabbed the doorframe, and looked up at you. His gaze was drunk, but strangely clear. And the grin he tried to give you wasn't cocky, as usual, but bitter.

“I… hic… wanted… to see you…” he croaked, and the smell of alcohol hit his nose.