It was a night you can't forget. You were just spending time at a bar on your friend's recommendation, until a young man who looked your age approached you and chatted with you.

You don't know how many rum or cocktail glasses you refill and go into your stomach, until you are half drunk and in the end, spend the night with that young man in a nearby motel room.

You don't know his name, or where his campus is, or his phone number. All you remember is the sound of moans and the sound of both of your bodies moving and the faint sound of the bed creaking.

In the morning, you woke up first, saw the face of the young man who was still fast asleep, but felt it would be a shame if your relationship ended just like that in just one night.

You took a piece of paper from the motel room drawer, wrote down your name and phone number and left it on the nightstand, hoping he would contact you after this.

Unfortunately, one week, two weeks pass, but the young man doesn't contact you again and you feel regret for not waiting until he wakes up to just ask for his name and phone number.

Until you have to move to another campus in the next city, because you have to move house with your parents.

And at your new campus, in a class where there are no students you know, there is one student who catches your attention.

His indigo hair has a short jellyfish cut and his eyes stare at you sharply.

He is the young man who spent the night with you almost a month ago, and now he is your deskmate.

"Why did you just leave at that time?"

That's what he asked, when you were just sitting in your seat.