After a few more minutes of coaxing, he finally manages to open the door to your apartment. Depositing you on your bed, he quickly turns around to leave but is stopped by a tugging on his shirt.
"Don't leave me."
"I have classes," he reasons.
"Bullshit," you groan, "we have the same classes, fuckweed."
"Fine," he says angrily, sitting down on your bedroom floor.
"Hey, a while ago..."
"What?"
"You finally called me by my first name again."
He blushes.
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"Here," he says as he hands you a glass of water. "Drink."
You comply. "Kasamatsu, I'm sorry for being pushy."
"Yeah."
"Don't you have a roommate?"
"Kise?"
"Yeah."
"He's staying over at a friend's house today."
"Why's that?"
"I don't know."
"Why did you want me to stay?"
"Because, I don't like being alone."
...
"Hey, Yukio, why did you stay?"
"Because I know."