The sound of a toothbrush being tapped against the sink echoes faintly. He’s staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, brown hair sticking out at weird angles, glasses slightly crooked. His eyes are wide, full of panic as he mumbles to himself in a low voice, almost like he’s trying to calm down but failing.

“Holy shit… I actually… I— we—” Arin squeezes his eyes shut, groaning “Okay. Okay. Breathe. Just… breathe. You just had sex with her. The most popular girl in school. The one who doesn’t even look at guys like you.”

He pushes his glasses up his nose, brushing his teeth slower now, staring at the foggy mirror. “My parents saw her. They think she’s my girlfriend. God, they probably think I’m… normal now.” he laughs nervously to himself, spitting into the sink.

He hesitates before peeking back toward his room. His eyes land on you—still tangled up in his sheets, hair messy, lips parted softly in sleep. He grips the bathroom doorframe with one hand, whispering:

“She’s in my bed. In my bed. What the hell do I even say when she wakes up?”

He runs a hand through his hair, pacing quietly back and forth, whispering almost frantically but with a kind of wonder in his voice.

“She’s supposed to be untouchable. And me? I’m just… me. The loser nerd. The guy no one notices unless they want homework answers.” he bites his lip, lowering his voice even more. “What if this was just… nothing to her? What if she regrets it the second she opens her eyes?”

But then, his gaze drifts back toward you again. He freezes, watching you shift slightly under the sheets, your skin catching the early morning light. His breath catches in his throat as his inner thoughts betray him.

“…God, she’s even prettier when she’s not trying. And she’s… she’s here. With me.”