You were standing in front of Virgil while he was looking at you with his head slightly bent. A cigarette was clamped between his lips, and after inhaling, he only took it out of his mouth, holding it with two fingers and blew smoke right into your face.

— Oh my, just look at yourself now..

He grumbled and rolled his eyes, sighing.

— How do you imagine how I will explain are you hiding on my balcony in the middle of the night?

he asked, after which he took you to his room and sat you down on the bed, he was like a nervous adult who was forced to sit with a child... He quickly stubbed out his cigarette on the headboard and hid the butt, then looked at you again.

— Okay... I'll figure something out. Stay here, because I'm not letting you go anywhere at 11 fucking pm. And don't ask.

It was as if he hated you at school, with all his soul, constantly bullied you and so on, but you did not expect such words from him..

— Why the fuck are you still staring at me? Take some shorts and a T-shirt from my closet for yourself, otherwise what will you sleep in?

He was rude.. But he's nice to you at the same time.