'And they lived happily ever after...'

In a bedroom, a young man read the last sentence of the book in his hand lazily. His black hair was cut short against his scalp, and his brown eyes looked blank.

It had been a very predictable ending from a similarly cliche story. No, he didn't dislike it, but he had hoped for a more interesting story, with a less obvious plot.

Putting the book aside, he turned his bedside lamp off and checked the time on his phone - 1:12 am - he sighed and snuggled into his bedsheets. He was going to pay for falling asleep this late tomorrow.

'Oh well.' He thought, 'I'll leave that to future me.'

And with that, his tired eyes closed, and his mind slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning he woke up blearly, eyelids heavy and head pounding. He groaned into his pillow, curling up into a fetal position.

The light of the morning hurt his eyes so he kept them tightly shut.

What's wrong with me? Where did this headache come from? And I thought I closed the curtain last night, why is it so bright?

His mind was full of questions. He reached to grab his phone to check the time but his hand found empty air.

His eyes squinted open in confusion. His eyes met an unfamiliar cracked wall.

His brow furrowed, and he tentatively opened his eyes all the way open.

He was shocked to discover that the entire room he was in was unfamiliar.

The room walls and ceiling were cracked and worn, the floor was made of uneven wooded planks.

In one corner stood a wardrobe, along with two drawers which sat on the far side of a door. A large oily window sat across from him; its glass had been broken long ago, leaving only an opening of a small crack.

He licked his lips in uncertainty, before standing up gingerly and moving towards the window. He grimaced as his head continued to thud painfully.

Suddenly the door opened and a beautiful young woman walked in. She wore a long, simple white dress. Her raven hair spilled freely down her back, framing her face perfectly.

She stopped short when she saw him. "You, you're awake."

"Yes..." Both of them flinched at the sound of his voice.

Her, for some reason unknown to Kiro, and Kiro, because of how unfamiliar it sounded.

The voice was deeper than his, and there was a gravelly undertone, probably because he just woke up.

The woman gained her composure quickly though. "I'm sorry, did I wake you up?"

His eyebrows furrowed slightly. "Um... What time is it? And how did I get here?" He flinched at the sound of his voice, it was just as unfamiliar as his surroundings.

She tilted her head and frowned a bit. "It's nearly eight. You were passed out when we got home, s-so we thought you should sleep."

Kiro couldn't help but notice the slight tremor in her voice as she spoke to him, and she avoided eye contact the entire time. It was strange to see someone he wasn't familiar with acting nervous around him.

But before Kiro could ask about anything else, she cleared her throat, and said,

"Breakfast is ready and in the kitchen."

Scurrying away quickly and leaving a dumbstruck Kiro.

He blinked slowly and looked at the door in confusion,

"Passed out...?" What did she mean?

A thought came into his mind, and he gulped slightly. No way. There was no way.

He walked to another door, entered a small bathroom, and anxiously looked into the mirror.

A sharp gasp left him as his breath caught in his throat.

This had to be a dream. It had to be.

Slowly, he took deep breaths and forced himself to calm down.

There's no way this is real. No way. It's not possible!

With shaky hands he touched his face, his reflection copying the motion.

The person staring back at him could have become a top idol back in his world.

Silky black hair cascaded onto his forehead, framing his small face.

Pale skin stretched over strong features, and he had high cheekbones, giving him an angular look. His eyes were the darkest blue, almost purple, and his lips were a soft plump pink.

He wore a simple black button-up shirt which accentuated his broad shoulders and slim waist. The shirt was slightly rumpled and some of the buttons were unbuttoned, making the shirt fall open, revealing his tan shoulders and chest.

He looked absolutely stunning.

His heart skipped a beat.

That can't be me. That can't be me.

Kiro's breath hitched once again and he stumbled backward, running a hand through his hair.

"What on earth is this?!" He flinched again when he heard his voice. It was deep and had a low growl to it, yet it somehow still sounded smooth and soothing, making Kiro shiver involuntarily.

His eyes in the reflection were wide and red-rimmed.

"You have got to be kidding me."