{A week after 'that night'}
Gafrio couldn't concentrate for the next couple of days. All he thought about was that night. In all honesty, for the first time in his life, he thought about the consequences. That showed how much he cared about this situation. Valrie, he couldn't think about anything but Valrie. That night's Valrie. The quiet, all-knowing, and composed Valrie. The Valrie that night was nothing like the usual one. He didn't know he had that side of him, almost like a beast. He knew he fell for him and even more that night. He never imagined himself with another man, let alone take the woman's role. He couldn't even comprehend how he did it for Valrie, of all people? If anyone were going to be the woman, it would make sense if it was Valrie. But the Valrie that night wasn't even Valrie. He doesn't know what took over him.
Gafrio wouldn't recover from that night, even days after.
The night in question happened during the final exams festival. It was to help relax the students for the finals and not stress over it. The 3rd king decreed it, and it has become a tradition since then. Students let go of all of their worries and enjoy drinks and games. The whole city celebrates with the students, and it's all-around a celebration.
So what took place that night? A simple case of misunderstanding.
Valrie was supposed to watch over the students because he was the student body president, but due to a drinking competition that Gafrio was involved in, he got swept into it too. They both drank heavily and passed out. The student body vice president took Valrie and she asked her friend to help her take Gafrio. Since she didn't know where Gafrio lived they took both of them to Valrie's dorm. Valrie last time he woke up, the vice president was standing him up.
Both of them thought the other was a girl, but couldn't actually know the difference. On Gafrio's part, it came to him earlier than he would have liked. Boy did that sober him up! He could have stopped Valrie if he wanted to, but he never expected this much pleasure. Nor Valrie's intense gaze when he was looking down at him. It was dark, but the moon was peaking from the blinds in the window. Like a spotlight, it is shown on them. He could make out Valrie's body and hear his rigid breathing. It was supposed to be a cold night, but he could feel Valrie's sweat falling on him. The picture imprinted on his mind that night, the two of them dirty dancing under the moonlight.