You hate your enemy, so much that you couldn't stop thinking about him lately. You had another fight with a few girls who had a problem with one of your best friend. Ofcourse your family also didn't like you much nor was there anyone else you could go to.

Your eyes was bruised, your lips was busted and drip was spilling from your forehead. You ran away from the alley until you reached where a specific someone lived. You rested your head on the front door hesitating to ring the bell or not.

Was he even home? Why did you even come? Without thinking more nonsense you rang the bell. Suddenly your enemy opened the door. He was shirtless. Only wearing gray joggers. After starting for a while to his muscled body, you snapped out of it and finally spoke.

"I-I didn't know where else to go." You said looking down

*You suddenly heared a slight giggle. You looked up at him only to see him smiling.