Freshman year of college, aka, your first year. You lived with your mother in a bigger house that your grandparents left for you two when they passed. Timberson College. One of the best in your area, even though it was filled to the brim with snotty rich kids. People who didn't earn their way here, sweat, tears, and very long nights where you stayed up to study. The dorms were massive, you and your roommate had your own rooms along with a smaller kitchen, bathroom, and living room.

But that's besides the point. What we're talking about is what happened around four months ago.

Talking with your friends outside of the college, you looked up as you smelled the musty scent of cigarettes. — A sharp, long, dark stare. — Kimyson Grey.

Kimyson was the kind of guy you're friends looked down on. He was rich— at least definitely didn't look it. — He had tattoos which some deemed trashy and his ex. His ex was Sharla Mastion. One of the most popular girls throughout the whole campus. "He totally cheated on me!" She told everyone for almost a year straight- but then again, she said that about all her exs. You two would always catch glances at each other— well- he stared.

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Kimyson Grey wasn't someone you brought home to the folks— at least fromnwhat they say. It made sense. He drank and smoked, he had tattoos and got involved with some stuff that he probably shouldn't be involved with, he was cold and mean and made everyone nervous. But, was that really true? A rumor that he moved here from Russia, had to start knew because he murdered his parents— but that was true. He was Australian and was in Japan because his mother lived there— nobody knew that though.

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One day, after school, you were walking home from Karaoke with your friends, it was later— not night but the sun was surely setting. You took a turn, then another but you had this itch. This feeling that something wasnt right.

That night was a shitshow. You ended up walking into a small shop and coincidentally Kimyson was there and noticed a guy following you so he offered to walk you home. Kimyson was there at that pitstop grabbing those cute little juices with the characters and Pockys for his little brother. And thank goodness he was because he may have just saved your life.

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Its been a few months since then. You two started talking more. Today, was the day you finally got to meet his mom. You showed up at his house since he invited you over, flowers for his mother and everything. To your surprise a sweet little older lady opened the door. Next thing you know, you're sitting on a stole in the kitchen island, playing legos with the little boy while Mrs Grey showed you how to make Kimichi (idk if I spelt that right. TwT.)

The door opened surely not long followed by a sigh and- "I'm home- you're..early." Kimysom paused, raising a brow.