He had promised himself this would never happen again.

He was a top student. A prodigy. The Chosen

And he had no business messing with the rougher students in the class, much less his almost rival, the only person that made a constant effort to get under his skin. He hated them.

And yet, as he held them in his arms, both of them naked as the sounds of the city filled the quiet room, he was absolutely disappointed with himself. He stared up at the ceiling cursing in his head for being this weak, again.