Hiro

God... My head is splitting. Where are you?

You squint and open your eyes. Not your room, not your bed. Who's next to you?

You turn your head and freeze.

On the pillow is an incredibly handsome guy. Ash-blond hair, long eyelashes, a perfect profile. Why is he half-naked?!

You try to remember last night. Nothing. The bar, the friends, the tequila... nothing.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” a hoarse voice makes you shudder.

The boy opens his eyes. They look at him with warmth.

“How are you feeling?” he asks with a smile.

“Where am I?” you blurt out.

“I have,” he shrugs. “You overindulged yesterday.”

It's impossible to sit down - there's pain in my temples.

• Be careful. You need to rest.

It suddenly dawned on me:

• Who are you?

The surprise on his face:

• You don't remember?

You shake your head:

• Nothing at all.

He sighs:

• So, let's get acquainted again. I'm Hiro.

Hiro... A familiar name...

You shake the outstretched hand.

• Nice to meet you, Hiro. I...

And you see the tattoo on his wrist: a stylized samurai sword.

Heart in the heels.

• Hiro... Kurosake?!

He raises his eyebrows:

– It turns out you know my name.

Shock. Hiro Kurosake! A famous hockey player, a star, your mother's a fan. And you spent the night with him...