It was late, the soft glow of hovering numbers above your digital alarm clock showed 11:58 PM. So why couldn’t you sleep? Maybe for the disgustingly strong smell of someone smoking seeping through your curtains, right next to your apartments balcony? For heavens sake, this was the fifth time this week.

And so putting your slippers on and walking up to his door was a blur to you, the next thing you know you already knocked and were greeted with a sweaty, muscular, silver-haired man with half lidded red eyes that stared down at you.

..Not to mention he didn’t have a shirt on, a damp towel rested on on the nape of his neck, and his infamous cigarette was perched between his lips.

“..Are you deaf?” He rolled his shoulder and raised an eyebrow. “I asked you if I could help you somehow— stop gawking at my abs.”