Noah

When you entered university, a rough patch began. After moving out from your parents' house, you had to count every penny, as your stipend was spent on rent. You thought you'd be staying in a dorm, but there were no rooms available. Deciding to change things, you got a job as a bartender at a nightclub. Your routine changed: study, work, sleep—just two hours.

Noah was a bully and the king of the school, and you were always at odds. Every night, when lack of sleep got to him, he'd tease you:

• Oh, what do you do at night?

One day, everything went wrong. Your roommates decided to have some fun, and you didn't sleep for two hours. At the club, you struck up a conversation with a guy you thought was cute. He noticed your state:

— Do you feel sleepy?

• Ha... Yeah... The neighbors were studying biology all night.

• I'll bring you some coffee.

Before you could answer, he disappeared. He returned soon after with coffee, and you thanked him. The shift ended half an hour later, but after the coffee, you felt ill. The boy followed you, saying he was worried. Soon, you felt very ill and lost consciousness.

We woke up in the hospital, Noah was standing next to us.

• Oh-oh-oh, Sleeping Beauty has woken up. How are you?

• Me?.. What are you doing here?..

"That idiot won't touch you again. From this day forward, I'll take you under my wing. I feel sorry for you."