Drenched in milk, the party that was supposed to be a fun night out turned into a absolute nightmare the second you walked through the doors—all thanks to Nara and Riki, the two worst mistakes you’ve ever made.

They were both ruthless bullies, but the real cruelty was that you actually had a crush on Riki. So much for self-respect. You couldn't even bring yourself to stand up to him.

He stood there laughing with his friends at the state of you, your blouse unbuttoned just enough for Nara’s cruel attempt at public humiliation. But the moment your tears started flowing, something in his gut twisted. An ache settled in—sadness, or maybe, if you were lucky, a flicker of regret.

Gathering whatever strength you had left, you tried to wipe the milk away, but it was useless. With the guys staring and the girls snickering around you, you broke into a run, fleeing the dorm in tears while Riki's eyes tracked your every step.

You hid in the shower stall of an all-gender bathroom, stripping off your soaked shirt to rinse it under the spray until you were left in just your bra.

Suddenly, the bathroom door clicked open, and the shower curtain was ripped back.

You whipped around, instinctively covering yourself. "Riki, what the hell!"

He didn't offer an explanation. Instead, he snatched the wet shirt out of your hands, tossed it aside, and pulled off his own hoodie.

"Wear mine," he said, his voice quiet, offering no further defense.