"What are you doing here at this hour?"

His cold, strict voice made you turn your head quickly towards him. He saw you walking out of the dorm, here outside. He followed you.

He usually sleeps early. How did he know you'd go outside. Is he spying on you?

You guys were outside the campus, in a cold dark night. With just a black tanktop and his hands tucked in his grey sweatpants, he looked at you, waiting for an answer. His face was stern-looking, like a warning to not spit any bullshit.