Hello there readers! Before continue reading, I need to mention a couple more warnings. There will be excessive profanities, offensive slurs (will be censored), angst, fights, and smut. If you don't like it, PLEASE don't read the story.

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Who the fuck thought that it was a good idea to eat instant ramen with wasabi so goddamn early in the morning?

Yoru muttered a curse to his twin sister that made him ate that for breakfast. But at the same time, he can't complain since she's the one who cooks in their house. Ever since his parents kicked them both out, Yoru left all food problems to his sister.

And boy he hopes he can turn back time.

His hand rubbed his aching stomach, low groans escaped his lips.

He skipped the first period and soon his second period will start. But Yoru didn't give a damn. He's won't be able to concentrate anyway with this dreadful stomach pain. And he'll get in trouble if he goes to the school infirmary.

He went to the school infirmary since first grade to take a nap, the nurse said that she's going to report him to Yoru's homeroom teacher that he kept sleeping there and not attending class.

Therefore, Yoru decided to rest on the roof.

A couple of minutes passed, Yoru's stomach pain began to ease down. An hour of enduring the pain in his stomach, Yoru's body started to weaken. His energy is completely drained. The air on this Friday is very cool. The cold sweat that was wetting his skin began to wither. This situation made him sleepy. After fighting with his utmost drowsiness, Yoru finally fell asleep without his consent.

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"Mmh,"

His eyes grimaced as he felt the scorching sunlight directly above his face. But fortunately, he slept under a cool shade to protect him from the sunlight. His stomach pain disappeared, but his drowsiness won't leave.

He's groaning out in groggy distaste whilst his eyes barely hung open.

Yoru contemplated life for a moment before figuring out what just happened.

Right, he skipped his classes and rest on the rooftop. Since he hadn't been awakened by his friends, he guessed that it was not lunchtime yet. His shoulders relaxed again after noting the fact.

But his shoulders tensed once more when his left arm felt heavy— No, someone is sleeping on his arm.

Yoru was too astounded to process this unexpected situation.

A guy is sleeping on his arm. His gentle breathing made Yoru's heart fluttered only for a second. Messy yet slightly curly black hair with a fringe that almost covered his closed eyes, sun-kissed complexion, and long eyelashes. There are beauty marks on his face and neck. His face is awfully close too. Their noses almost touch.

He couldn't figure out if this is real life or he's still sleeping. If he's still sleeping, he can stare into this stranger's face more... right?

Who is this guy anyway?

His appearance is— oddly alluring. Yoru knows he's not gay. And this is the first time he thought a guy is very pretty.

Can a guy even be this pretty? or is he actually a she?

Riku moves his leg and subtly grind the stranger's crotch.

"Ngh,"

It's a guy.

Yoru's sleepy eyes shifted wide open.

Reality hits him like a truck.

This is real!

His heart skipped several beats as he harshly pulled his arm back, causing the stranger's head to hit the concrete floor.

"Fuck," The stranger grit his teeth, hissing in pain.

"Who the fuck— what are you doing?!" Because of the abrupt state he was in, his mind was in shambles. He just woke up so he can't think straight. His mind could only repeat "What the hell is going on" like a broken disc.

"..." The shorter male's brown eyes glistened under the sunlight. He sluggishly scratched his spiky hair, eyes still locked with Yoru's. "Sleeping," A curt, simple answer.

Honestly, Yoru didn't know what he expected to hear.

Yoru awkwardly looked at his arm that fell asleep, then back to the doe-eyed boy.

"Don't you think it's strange if someone that you don't know was sleeping on your arm?" Yoru asked in a low tone, but snarky at the same time.

The stranger slightly tilted his head to the side, shoulder shrugged.

"... I'm not sure,"

This time, Yoru expected the weird guy to reply with something like "Yes, that's true. I'm sorry," or "On second thought, you're right. It's hella weird,"

But the stranger's vague answer made Yoru's blood boil. He shot a glare to the stranger.

"You're weird," Was all he could say. The stranger didn't respond, his face remained stoic.

The two of them sat there in silence. It's an uncomfortable silence for Yoru. Yoru's mind was flooding. Somehow this stranger's face seemed familiar. He's been here for two years. Sometimes he knew the faces of the students in this school.

It's hard to miss a pretty boy like this weirdo in front of him.

Yoru stared for a while. Then the stranger looked at Riku, noticed he's been staring. Yoru on the other hand was unfazed.

"You, you're the loner aren't you?"

Those words were supposed to be kept in Yoru's mind. But somehow it rolled out his tongue.

"Loner," The shorter boy's words came out quiet. It's not in a form of a question, nor a statement. "Maybe," He leaned against the wall, looking up to the sky.

Yoru muttered the word "Weirdo" one more time before standing up from his seat. He ignored the stranger's stare and walked away from that bizarre encounter. Yoru's mind scrambled as he tucked his hands inside his pockets.