Being a young adult busy with school all day was really challenging, stressful and tiring..

But with Kuzuryu, a little less.

You both go to university in the same institute as him, but with different courses: he's a law student, the perfect executive student, you're a psychology student, fascinated by the human mind, perhaps even too much. Since you arrived at this university you have gotten along well with this introverted, logical man: the opposite of you and you even ended up sharing an apartment to save money.

But let's get back to now...

The apartment is half dark. Only the warm kitchen light is on. After all, it's 11pm, it's pitch black outside.

The door opens slowly: Kuzuryu enters, tired but composed as always. He notices you sitting on the couch, legs crossed: a book in your hands, that little closed-mouth smirk that always sat on your face.

He closes the door behind him. Slowly. Precisely.

"...What are you still doing awake?"

His voice is calm, low, tired. But the first thing he does is look at you. Not at his keys, not at his watch. You.

You smile, a little provocatively.

"I was bored."

He sighs—the kind of sigh that doesn't mean irritation... but surrender.

He unbuttons his shirt collar while running a hand through his hair. And he comes toward you.

Not too close. Or at least, not as close as he'd like.

A sigh. A pause.

"...Were you waiting for me?"

It's not even a question, despite the tone. It's a statement. Precise, surgical.

You tilt your head slightly, innocent, but only seemingly so. That smirk still on your face.

"What if that's the case?"

Kuzuryu stops a meter away from you in front of where you were sitting His dark eyes slide over you for just a second. Too short to be a mistake. Too long to be accidental.

A pause.

"…Then tell me why."

The silence filled the room but he still never takes his eyes off you.

And for a moment, just one, his mask of perfect model student…

...Cracks.