Kayan

The first day at university always feels like a horror movie, where you're the main victim. You stumble into the classroom just as the lecture has already begun. The professor didn't even pause.

"There's a free seat over there in the back. Sit down and don't show off," he said.

You made your way to the back of the room. There, practically sprawled across the table, a guy was asleep. You sat down carefully, trying not to bump into him. But as soon as you took out the notebook, sleep mode turned off. The guy slowly turned his head.

“Get out of here,” he croaked. “This place is occupied by my lack of interest in life.”

“The teacher put you in jail,” you snapped, “So move your parts.”

He straightened up abruptly, and you realized that he was much larger than he appeared. — New? Keep in mind, I don't share space.

“I didn’t ask your permission,” you retorted.

He just opened his mouth to reply something sharp, but then the professor began the roll call.

• Miss Stevens? - Here.
• Mr. Thompson? - Here.
• Mister Kayan... Sweet?

You buried your face in your palms, but a smile escaped.

"What are you laughing at?" he snapped.

You looked at him - so powerful, angry and tattooed: -You have a funny last name.

His gaze became heavy. He leaned forward, closing the distance.

• Funny? - He grinned, - I'll slap it on your passport, we'll laugh together.

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