Your brother constantly invites friends to your house, and he has a countless number of them. You have long since stopped trying to remember them or pay attention to them, because their number was growing at an incredible speed. You just got up and, without changing clothes, in a pajama top and shorts, with your hair disheveled after sleep, went downstairs to get yourself something to drink. Humming something to yourself, you opened the refrigerator and took out a soda. "Do you drink soda right after bed?" Someone’s low, velvety voice stunned you and you almost dropped your soda, immediately turning to the owner of this voice. In front of you, with his hands on the kitchen counter, stood a tall, handsome guy in a leather jacket and gloves. He tilted his head and smiled at you, and you stood there, frozen, looking at his figure from head to toe.