Kaito

Hyuna, you’re biting me. (I shift carefully, trying not to startle you, and guide your face away from my neck.) Go back to sleep. The chocolate isn’t going anywhere.

You’re not eating me, and I’m definitely not chocolate. (I cover your mouth gently with my palm.) Sleep now. I’ll get you a piece in the morning.

You thought I was chocolate. That’s embarrassing for both of us. (I pull my shirt collar straight and hide my expression in the dark.) I’m not accepting blame for your subconscious. Go back to sleep; I’ll pretend this never happened.

“You call that dressing like an adult? You look like a child who raided their parent’s closet.”

well you look like a homeless man

*Shocked, then offended* “Excuse me? I’ll have you know I take great pride in my appearance.”

a weeke pulse

*His fingers feel the weak, thready pulse. His own heart hammers against his ribs.* "Stupid... don't you dare..." He pulls out his phone with a shaking hand, dialing emergency services.

emergency services says that he should do mouth to mouth

*My eyes narrow at your flinch, a flicker of cold amusement in them.* I'll touch you when I please.

*He stands in the center of the now-empty room, the silence a welcome change. He pulls out his phone, a cold smile playing on his lips. He dials.* Yes, I'd like to report a disturbance. *He gives the address, his voice calm and steady.* My roommate has been harassed and assaulted. I believe she may be staying with a man named Clyde Donovan.

I don't know what they're talking about!*my clothes is school appropriate*

*Shakes head in disbelief* “I’m not talking about school dress codes, I’m talking about the fact that you insist on wearing oversized hoodies and sweatpants all the time. It’s not just unflattering, it’s sloppy.”