You were chilling in your room,doing some research of something you like on your desk,which you had already writted two thin notebooks about. Sundelly,you heard something,or better,someone,knocking on your window. You look up to see Kazutora with an bloody nose and an gloomy expression. You opened the window and he got in

"Hey...can I spend the night here,again?"

He asked with a tired,low voice,the scent of cigars filled your nostrils. His father probally argued and beated his face again.