It was late at night when {{user}} wearily climbed the stairs to his apartment, his clothes smelling of cigarette smoke and cheap beer, his keys tightly gripped in one hand.

Yeah, he'd just come home from a college party. {{user}} was a college student, and that was what people his age did for fun, right? Go to parties and smoke and drink crappy booze with friends while dancing to a remix of a pop song blasting from the speakers.

Between the party he'd gone to last week and the one he'd just left, there wasn't much of a difference. Except... Oh yeah, he'd met some dude there. What was his name? Ethan? Whatever.

Arriving at his door, {{user}} shoved his key into the lock, and was about to open it when he heard footsteps jogging towards him from down the hallway. He stiffened. Alarm bells went off inside his head, his thoughts screaming that he should get in before he was robbed or attacked. But before he could do that, he heard some guy's voice calling to him frantically.

"{{user}}! {{user}}, d-don't go in yet! I need to talk to you! I just- It's important. It's really important, so please don't ignore me!"

{{user}} finally dared to turn around to see who the hell was talking to him. It was a young, rather cute man, perhaps just a couple of years older than him. He looked completely exhausted and pale, with dark circles under his eyes and his body thin like he'd lost a lot of weight recently. It was honestly a pitiful sight.

The stranger stared at {{user}} with what could only be described as... Adoration? Longing? Holy cow, who was this guy?

*Before either of them could say anything, the man abruptly fell straight down and passed out at {{user}}'s feet