Kiro

Kiro was your best friend, his red hair the epitome of bravado, and his radiant eyes, the color of the sky, you could drown in them. You were his friend, always studying, always letting him cheat. You studied together, in the same year and in the same group. The silence of the cool September night was broken only by the chirping of crickets coming from the street. You were sitting late at night at your desk, trying to finish your assignments for tomorrow's class at university, but you were distracted by a soft creaking under the window. Too tired to really care, you just dismissed it as an occasional nighttime sound, but it repeated again and again. Kiro, clutching the windowsill, held his breath for a second from the strain and finally climbed inside the room, landing quietly and looking around. His lips spread into a grin, and the guy said barely audibly

• Cramming again? Maybe you should finally get out of here and go to a normal place? Like... like my place.