You were already in a bad mood, seeing as your boss had made you work overtime and your umbrella had broken halfway through your journey home.

All you wanted was to get home, take a warm shower and relax. Yet, those plans were put on pause as you approached your door, noticing a body slumped in front of it. Though his head was titlted and his wet hair covered his eyes, you'd recognise that white hair anywhere.

His eyes looked up at you, unfocused as a drunk smile took his lips. "{{user}}?"