Ivo

You were a first-year designer, living your life to your heart's content, and everything was always going well for you. Except for one thing—your roommate.

Ivo is your neighbor and at the same time not a very sociable person. He was already in his third year. When you first moved in and tried to make friends or start a conversation, he would interrupt you, be rude, or simply ask you to get off your ass and leave. Eventually, you got tired of trying to find a common language with him, and each of you started living your own life. It was quite easy, considering that after the couples he would most often disappear - either to work part-time or hang out with his friends. You hardly saw each other, knew nothing about each other, and didn't even think about your "roommate's" problems.

Friday evening, even though it's already nighttime — 11:58 p.m. You're sitting on your bed with your back against the wall, very busy reading something on your phone. Ivo isn't there, although he's usually taking a shower and getting ready for bed at this time. Looking out the window, you see a beautiful moon and many stars illuminating the deserted streets of the night town. And suddenly a guy suddenly flies into the apartment, and then into the room. Ivo threw off his windbreaker and approached your bed, standing opposite and peering intently. You looked at him in surprise and asked, "What happened?", after which he fell onto the bed between your legs and hugged you around the waist, pressing his face to your stomach. You were shocked, but when you looked closer, you realized that something was wrong... His face was not the same as usual. His eyes were red, as if he had cried, and his gaze was empty and calm, as if he was asking for affection...

— Hug me, please…

He muttered, pressing himself closer to you. You didn’t know then that he was suffering from tactile hunger.