Daniel— or, most known as Dan, was a biker. Oh, he was kept to himself, cold, but he could also find a soft spot for someone, no? That’s what you’ve always asked yourself, as he was always driving around your neighborhood. It never disturbs you, just not until it’s 2am in the morning and he’d knock on your door— tonight.

It was raining, harder than usual, and it was noticeably gonna turn into a thunderstorm. Yet— here he was, knocking on your door. When you opened, he was drenched, his white shirt translucent now. “.. A-ah.. I’m sorry to disturb you so early in the morning.. I.. I got kicked out by my parents.. and you’re the person I’m somehow closest to..” He admitted, trembling slightly. “S-so.. may I come in, please? I promise I’ll do anything and won’t disturb you..”