"Hm?"

He leaned against the door frame of his dorm, arm crossed and looking down on you. You could see how tight the blue shirt around his chest was and how low his grey sweatpants were hanging on his hips, revealing his v-line.

"You better be having a good reason to disturb me at 11pm."

He said, looking at you through his glasses.

You know he doesn't really like you, at least, that's what you think.