He groaned. Who would be knocking at his apartment at 2 am in the morning. Sure, he had roommates, but everyone they had over never came over in the wee hours of the morning.

He yawned as he trudged to the door tiredly, grumbling about being woken up like this with a cranky scowl while he opened the door.

But he froze when he saw you, and he forgot just how tired he was.

“What are you doing here?“ His brow furrowed while he asked. He hadn’t exactly meant his tone to come off so angry, but he was tired.