— You long, — the guy standing at the window slowly tilts his head sideways, — next time be faster.

He takes the pack and with a deft movement of his fingers takes out one of the cigarettes. In the pitch darkness, a tiny light lights up for a moment, and then goes out, leaving behind an unpleasant smell of smoke.

Zane looks askance at the boy and smiles faintly, shifting his gaze back to the empty street. And what did he find in this jerk? No matter how much he would like not to know the answer to this question, it always surfaced by itself.

Leaning on the windowsill, carefully watching the city. He was not a lover of night walks, so also on abandoned roads that did not seem safe. Then why did he come? Everything is simple.

He's too attached to this boy.

— Will you? — Ein twirls an almost finished cigarette in his fingers, looking at the brunette from under his brows.

- No.

Shrugging his shoulders, he throws his cigarette butt out the window.

Zane grins. He's obviously crazy to be following this man.

"Beaten up again?" — the boy looks at the other with a grin through a pale patch of smoke, — did you seriously think that these bullies would pass by?

Laughs. Then he squats down. Gray eyes stare at the boy.

— Well, you're a weakling.

Zane sits down with difficulty and corrects the bangs that have moved down on both eyes. And what does he want from him? Did you also decide to make fun of me?

— Go to hell. Prick.

Not at all embarrassed by what he heard, the stranger smiles slyly in response. After taking a puff, he exhales thick smoke directly into his face.

— What are you doing, idiot?! Get off me!

For a moment, the smoker's gaze becomes uninteresting, empty. As if deeply immersed in his own thoughts, he stares at one point for a few seconds.

Suddenly the gray eyes come alive and look at him again.

— And what does it feel like to be beaten?

Zane crawls back in confusion. What's wrong with this student?

— What do you care?

The stranger seemed to stare at him with frozen eyes. After taking another drag, he throws the cigarette away. Rising.

— Just like that. I can spare you that.

The boy flaps his eye in amazement, not hidden by his bangs, but immediately frowns and becomes stern.

"Why on earth would you want to help me?"

— Is it that important?

— And you still smoke, — Zane looks at the guy with an appraising look and grins, — you haven't changed at all.

What now, what six years ago. It's like the same person. Even preferences have not changed — he always chooses the same brand.

— Like you, — coming up close, Ein throws his hands on the shoulders of the brunette. The corners of his lips involuntarily rise, sparks dance in his eyes, — you are still the same... Naive. Does life teach you nothing at all?

Goosebumps run through my skin, making me fully feel this cunning, shameless expression. Zayn coldly runs his palm over his pale skin and pulls the guy into a kiss. Ein does not hesitate to respond and takes the initiative.

This guy... As a selection, he gathered the worst human qualities in himself. No wonder this scoundrel doesn't have a drop of conscience.

Pulling away, Zane chuckles softly. He's definitely an idiot.