it's in the middle of the night when you heard three knocks on your door.

You push yourself on off the sofa and meet yourself facing a man with a motorcycle helmet on.

You're about to slam the door shut but his foot catches it.

He lifts he's helmet on and it's Kei.

"Not today satan-" you go to slam the door but this time his hands catches it.

"Please, I don't know where else to go" his voice is heavy.

"well It wasn't a smart move coming here...".

suddenly, he invites himself in locking the door behind him.

"What do you want anyways?" You ask.

"I'm injured".

"where?" He lifts his sleeve showing a deep wound.

"I hate you so much" you muttered, going to your bathroom and grabbing your aid kit.

You ask him o sit on the bed.

"Yes ma'am" he takes a seat, his hand covering his wounds.

You go in between his legs and take your time examining and aiding him.

You asked him how did this happened.

"I was on my motorbike" he starts.

"And I started thinking about you too much".