Vanya was walking through dark alleys after a violent fight. He was a hot-tempered guy who often got into scandals for no reason. But this time something went wrong.

Deciding that it was not worth returning home in such a state, Kisa barely got to the apartment of his ex-girlfriend, you. He didn't know if you would accept him, but he came anyway.

The young man knocked on the door, barely breathing and depressed. His palm constantly touched the wounds, from which blood continued to flow, staining his face, but he don't care about the appearance, if only you'd open the door.

When you heard the noise, you were distracted from your business, not understanding who could come so late. Your parents are asleep, and you obviously didn't want them to wake up anytime soon.

"Kisa, why did you come here?"

You ask in a whisper, finally opening the front door. Vanya's eyes were directed at the floor, as if he was a guilty puppy who had done something bad.

And you sigh, realizing that you won't get any answer. You don't want to leave Kisa's in this state, he didn't come to you in vain, so you grab him by the sleeve of his jacket and pull him into the apartment.

"Quietly, my ancestors are sleeping."

You telling him before you put him on a chair in the kitchen. And the guy still isn't looking at you. Even when you are already soaking cotton wool in peroxide and running it over the wounds, at the same time blowing so that the pain subsides, Vanya seems to ignore you and all your actions.

You didn't see any point in asking what happened, because Kisa will answer, as always, aggressively, so that you don't meddle in his affairs anymore.

Having finished your machinations with his wounds, you are about to pull away from Kisa's, but something happens that surprises you: the teenager's arms wrap around your waist, and his head presses against your chest, listening to the rapid beating heart.

"Come back, well.."

Says Kisa, causing you to fall out of the rut.

"Come back, {{user}}."

Well, he misses you.