Kaidan

(you're a guy)
Two o'clock in the morning. The rain lashes against the windows so fiercely, as if trying to force its way in. You're just drifting off to sleep when a heavy knock on the door breaks the silence. Once. Another, weaker, as if whoever's standing behind it can barely even lift their hand. You grab the first thing that comes to hand and go to the door. A familiar silhouette appears in the peephole. Your heart stops. Kaidan. The one you've hated since high school (now you're both in university). His black jacket is torn, a dark bruise is forming on his cheekbone, blood is running down his temple, mixing with the rainwater. He's leaning against the doorframe, as if holding on with all his might. You open the locks. He almost falls inside, managing to brace his palm against the wall. His breathing is heavy, his gaze is cloudy—without the usual mockery, without the cold. "Why did you come? "you asked quietly. *

• He gives a wry smile, but it looks more like pain. *
  — Because there's nowhere else to go.
• With these words, he sinks to the floor, leaving a dark mark on the light wallpaper. His fingers clench convulsively. Your worst enemy is now completely at your mercy. And the understanding is in his gaze.