A/N: Right, so, a reader suggested that it would be better if Hiro was introduced later in the story and I agree so I've rewritten this chapter. Some of it is same but most of it is not so I'd recommend re-reading it. Have fun!

A Series of Unfortunate and Not so Unfortunate Events

It's still raining softly the next morning when Tyson heads to class with two hours of sleep and dark circles under his eyes.

He regrets nothing.

The scare was bad. He needed relief. And Kai was just right there. Looking absolutely delectable.

Never mind that he's the one who caused the stress in the first place. It actually makes sense when you stop and think about it. It's justice in a way. Kai was the one who frayed Tyson's nerves so it's only fair that he soothed them back to their natural state.

With his nice hands and mouth and body. Tyson recalls the outline of him sitting in the back of the car, with only the light from the streetlamps on the road. The comfortable seat of his lap. He's a nice size really. Everything about him (physical only, mind you).

The idea to do that had first occurred to him when he'd been pressed against a tree and then again when they took off all their clothes and got stark naked for some unknown reason.

He'd thought, well they were doing all this so why not do that too? There's nothing gayer than sucking dick anyway. And he's been watching videos and was curious. What if he wanted to do it with someone he liked in the future and he had no experience? He doesn't want to be a complete disaster a second time. Once with Emily was bad enough.

His first time had been sweet and lovely and all that but it had been embarrassing too. A humbling experience actually. Now imagine the same scenario but this time the process is more difficult and with higher risk of injury and diseases and pair it with an already experienced partner.

He doesn't want to be completely clueless like that again.

But there's also the fact that it's Kai and fumbling in front of him would be the worst humiliation he could ever face in his life. But he can always choose to not give a fuck about that! A dick he hated in college? That's a memory that will fade. He's not going to know Kai for long. One and a half year more at best and then he'd be history. And whatever humiliation he'd faced would also be history.

He doesn't intend to lose his next partner. Even if they broke up they would still be friends (Tyson would try his damnedest to make that happen) and friends would bring up embarrassing moments they'd shared together forever.

So no. His first time with a guy is not going to be with someone he likes, whose opinion he cares about. It would be with Kai.

Meaningless and casual but educational and exploratory. And if Kai tries to be a dick about it Tyson will handle him. He will get him to behave.

Interestingly the man had been too stunned to make any witty or burning remarks when Tyson had brought it up like the suave king he is. Dropping it like a bomb right as it was getting hot and heavy enough for Kai to stop being a jerk.

He'd agreed just as easily as Tyson had predicted he would. The gleam of hunger in his eyes had been borderline scary though. Sent tickling shivers up his spine then and does even now whenever he thinks about it.

He's thinking about everything he would need to do before this Saturday when his eyes land upon a splash of bright pink in the comparatively colorless hallway. His brain instantly goes "what is she doing here?" As if she doesn't study in the same uni too.

But it's odd that she's in this building. She avoids him like the plague.

She's saying goodbye to a friend. Blowing a kiss and waving prettily. Probably accompanied her here.

Her hair is the pinkest thing about her. Everything else, her make up and outfit, compliments her hair. The hottest shade of pink. It's long again and tied up in a high ponytail. She'd cut it to her chin right after breaking up with him. But he always had a feeling that it had less to do with him and more to do with her desire to punish herself for what she did to him.

The guilt ran deep. The self-centeredness as well.

Her eyes briefly flicker to him, entirely on accident, and for a second they both freeze horribly. Then she's gone in a whirl. Disappeared into the crowd. Leaving nothing but a trail of her perfume.

"Where'd you see her?" Hilary asks when he tells her.

"In our block," he replies, leaning against a wall next to her at the back of the building after his first lecture. "She was dropping off a friend or something."

"Interesting" she says. Hilary doesn't like Mariah much. "Did she try to talk to you?"

"Nope. We made eye contact though."

"How long did it last?" She narrows her eyes.

"What?" He looks at her puzzled.

"The eye contact."

"Oh. Uh…a second. May be two."

"That…" Hilary goes to cuss her out then stops herself. Swallowing all the filthy words back down her throat with difficulty. "What do you want to do?" she asks with a groan.

He raises his brows at her. Is she really offering to do whatever he wants because he saw his ex in the hallway?

Hilary keeps looking at him expectantly. Yep, she really is offering to do that. He likes to think he's more emotionally stable than that but alas, he's not.

And she knows.

"I'd like to skip class and get drunk," he says, dropping the pretense.

"Let's do just that." Hilary nods, pulling him along.

There's always a party going on somewhere on campus. You just need the right connections to get in and Tyson has all the connections needed to get into a party thrown by a bunch of jocks.

He and Hilary hog the pool table. Then they move onto beer pong and somehow manage to get it all to themselves.

Hilary shoots a ball right into the third last cup in front of him and she cheers loudly. He laughs because he has enough liquor in him for him to start finding everything funny.

He knocks the shot back and giggles while wiping his mouth, swaying slightly on his feet.

He has such a nice buzz going on. All the laughing putting him in an even better mood. He is so grateful for Hilary.

Honestly, what would his life even be without her? He hopes he never has to find out.

His phone vibrates in his pocket. Tyson tugs it out and glances at it. A text from Kai. He's in the library and wants him to find a book. For once Tyson's actually not mad to receive a text from Kai.

In fact he's been kind of hoping to hear from him.

"It's Kai. Hil, I'm sorry but I gotta go."

"But Tyson, you're drunk. Do you really think it's a good idea to see him right now?"

"It's fine," he waves his hand dismissively. "I've been drunk around him before." That's not entirely true. He's been tipsy but never actually drunk but he figures there isn't much of a difference anyway. What's the worst that could happen?

"Don't do anything stupid," she calls after him.

Kai's in one of the aisles when Tyson finds him. And it's an hour when most of the library is empty. There aren't a lot of people around. And especially not in this corner.

Tyson just pounces on him.

"What the fuck, Granger?" he growls as the book in his hand is knocked away and his back is pushed against the shelves.

"Mmm, be quiet."

"Get off"

"Don't ruin it with your stupid mouth."

He tastes amazing. Tyson's trying to get more of him against his tongue when he's rudely pushed away.

"What?" Tyson snaps.

"You're drunk," sneers Kai. His hair's messy and his lips are kissed red. He looks beautiful. What a cruel gorgeous boy. "You reek of beer."

"And you reek of asshole but I'm not complaining am I?"

"I don't think you're in a state to complain about anything right now actually," Kai smirks.

"Will you be quiet? For five minutes?" He takes a step forward, agitated. Why can't Kai just give him what he wants? "I just want to make out."

"I don't," says Kai, picking up the book from the floor and dusting it as if there was dirt on the floor. "You're a sloppy kisser when you're drunk."

Tyson's eye twitches. He really doesn't like it when people say shit like that. And it burns more when it's coming from Kai. It's like double the insult. He narrows his eyes and sets his jaw. "Sloppy, am I?" he challenges before charging forward and attacking him with his best performance of a kiss.

When he steps away satisfied Kai looks murderous. So not impressed. "Do that again and I'm punching you in the face," he says and turns to go. "Stay away from me. I'll find the book myself."

Tyson's ego feels horribly bruised. He watches Kai walk away from him and gets nauseous. Wait he might actually throw up. He stubbornly swallows the urge down and says, "You're not the only guy I'm seeing you know." It's a lie. So many lies lately. But he's planing to shoot his shot with Trent in the near future.

Kai halts in his tracks and turns around slowly. "You're not seeing me," he corrects sharply.

Tyson rolls his eyes. "Whatever. You're not the only guy I'm hooking up with."

Kai looks curious, like he wants to know more about this guy, but also like he doesn't want to care all that much. Eventually he makes a show of looking around and asks, "Do you want me to care?"

"I just thought you should know. So you don't think I'm only seeing you or whatever."

"Again, you're not seeing me and I don't think about you," he says the last part with such insane levels of condescension it almost makes Tyson forget that he did admit to thinking about him before. He doesn't though and he doesn't let the fact that he had admitted the same stop him from saying:

"I don't think about you either."

Kai's brow smooths out. "You're drunk out of your mind, Granger," he drawls. "Sleep it off and quit pestering me."

The sloppy kisser comment stays with him. Haunts him. Crawls under his skin and bothers the fuck out of him. It doesn't matter that he'd said he was a sloppy kisser when he was drunk. It's still insulting. Tyson hadn't been all that drunk.

He'd kissed him the way he usually did. Okay a little more aggressive than usual may be but still.

He can't let Kai get away with a comment like that.

"Quit pestering me". No, I will not, thinks Tyson.

He pulls out a bag full of trash from a trash can in the parking lot and dumps its contents on Kai's windshield. It stains a nasty dark green thanks to someone's unfinished healthy smoothie and he chuckles to himself admiring his handiwork.

He's woken up from his nap by harsh insistent raps on his door. Checking the clock he realizes he'd slept for over four hours. Shit.

He clambers out of the bed and opens the door only to gape at Kai's sour face outside and attempt to close it right back.

Kai puts a hand on the door and pushes his way inside. The jerk.

"Oh boy" Tyson gives up and sinks against the adjacent wall. "What is it now?"

"You're going to clean that up yourself."

"Clean what?" He crosses his arms over his chest. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't act stupid," says Kai. "There are cameras in the parking lot."

"Dude, I literally have no idea what you're talking about."

He's doing a good job of pretending it wasn't him till Kai says, "Granger, cut the shit. I know it was you and there's evidence to back it up."

"Did you check the cameras though?" asks Tyson.

Kai steps into his space and takes his face into his hand, squeezing it between his fingers. "You're going to get a sponge and a bucket and you're going to clean my car."

Tyson wrestles him off. "No. I'm not going to. What will you do?"

"Nothing you'll like I promise you."

"Do your worst. I'm not cleaning your car. Now leave." He points at the door.

Kai lingers for some minutes, glaring him down, swearing to deliver him pain, then he turns around and stalks out.

Tyson's massaging his jaw balefully when Lee barges in a few seconds later, expecting to find him in pieces. "Tyson, are you okay?"

"Yeah? Why wouldn't I be?"

"He walked in here pissed as hell and then he went into your room and shut your door and-"

"I'm alright" Tyson shoots him a toothy smile to show him exactly how alright he is. Then he loses his bravado, grin disappearing in a flash. "For now"

The next morning Tyson finds out that he's suspended. For a full week.

"What the fuck," he says once the dean has closed the door behind him. She had barely given him a minute to speak, to defend his side. It was mostly her lecturing without pause on how drugs are bad and how it can ruin your life and him being forced to listen against his will.

The secretary, an older woman, looks up and frowns severely. "Language, Mr Granger."

"The weed wasn't mine," he says again for the hundredth time. "I don't even know how it got into my locker. I swear I'm not a pothead."

"The weed was still discovered in your locker today morning, Mr Granger. I'm sure the dean explained to you very well why you were suspended."

"She barely listened to me!"

Her stare hardens. "Keep your voice down."

He'd begged the dean to check the cameras and she'd said that there was nothing strange in the footage from yesterday. No one had touched his locker all day except him. Which was crazy.

When had Kai even planted the weed? Sometime in the night probably and then fucked with the security footage to erase the evidence.

Oh he's going to kill Kai for framing him and getting him suspended like this.

"I was set up by Kai Hiwatari."

"Well unless you can prove it I fear there's nothing you can do to lift your suspension. It's just a week."

"I'll miss so many classes," he laments.

"Tough" she says in a mocking tone, going back to work.

"You dirty, sneaky, son of a bitch," Tyson punctuates each word with a push to his chest. Kai's laughing. Tyson would have admired the view if he hadn't been laughing at him. He pushes him again. He's done it around twenty times now so Kai grips Tyson's forearms to stop him when he tries to do it again. And he tugs him closer too making him stumble a bit.

Thankfully there's no one around to see them in the VIP section of the restaurant. It's been reserved entirely for Kai and his friends.

His friends haven't gotten there yet.

"Shouldn't have dumped shit on my car then, eh?"

"Who are you 'eh'ing? I'll rip your face off, motherfucker." He takes a swipe at his legs with his boot.

Kai shoves him off, making him stagger back this time.

"You'll come to the same hotel room we met at last time," he says, changing topics so fast it gives him whiplash.

"What?" gawks Tyson.

"On Saturday" he explains calmly.

Tyson's tempted to call it off just to deny him something but he doesn't. "Whatever. I can't go to class for a week, you piece of shit!"

"That car is worth three hundred thousand dollars, you dumb fuck. You painted it green with rotten cabbage juice."

"Deserved, I say."

"I hope you fail the semester."

Kai waits with his hands in his pockets as Tyson steps into the room and closes the door behind him. They've been at each other's throats the whole week. This seems entirely wrong and out of place.

"How're you enjoying suspension?" asks Kai in a light tone, aiming for levity.

"Don't start" Tyson grumbles, walking towards the bed and pulling his shirt over his head abruptly, back muscles shifting. "I've just calmed myself down."

"And how did you achieve that great feat?" Kai asks, his voice steady even as his eyebrows jump five feet upwards at the sudden shedding of clothes.

"Like I said, don't start." Tyson turns around. "Strip" he says to Kai before proceeding to do the same.

He stands there and looks at him, taken aback, a little stunned by the overall nonchalance and casual way Tyson's going about it.

Tyson looks at him again from where he's sitting on the bed as though he's wondering why Kai isn't doing exactly as he'd ordered and says much slower, "Take off your clothes."

"How sexy" Kai sneers.

Tyson rolls his eyes. "I just don't want to beat around the bush". He tugs off his underwear and scoots up on the mattress fully bare.

"Really hoping you had more tact than this with your ex girlfriends," says Kai, throat slightly dry, before unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the foot of the bed.

"I was a gentleman," says Tyson, arranging his legs in a nice position.

"Was?" asks Kai, teasing.

"I was a gentleman with my ex girlfriends," Tyson clarifies through clenched teeth. "And I will be a gentleman with my next girlfriend."

Kai sheds his bottoms and climbs onto the mattress, crawling on top of him. "Or boyfriend" he says, bringing his face close to Tyson's.

He briefly purses his lips before agreeing. "Or boyfriend"

Kai gets a whiff of his breath. He smells like fruit and mint. An image of Tyson primping in his bathroom in preparation to meet Kai emerges in his skull and forcefully pushes it away.

Tyson touches a spot on Kai's shoulder where the skin had peeled off from a hit the night before. "Where's this from?"

Kai shrugs his hand off of him. Not wanting to answer that. He plans to keep Tyson as in the dark as possible about his fights. "Do you want to kiss?"

Tyson gives him a scrolling look and makes a disgusted face. "Eugh, no. Why would I ever want to kiss you?"

Kai glances away and lets out a humorless laugh. "Whatever" He puts a hand between Tyson's collarbones and pushes him off his elbows, into the pillows.

Tyson shifts around on his back till he's comfortable. "If you hurt me I'll kill you."

Kai scratches behind his ear, ignoring the threat. "Top or bottom, babe?"

"Wha-" He looks taken aback.

Kai meets his eyes, and gets the start of a sinking feeling in his chest. "I-"

"Oh!" He finally gets it, much to Kai's relief and torment. He blushes. Tomato red. Kai's never seen someone more attractive. "Um…I'd like to try the more daring one first. So bottom I guess."

"Bottom" repeats Kai, throat dry. Head blanking momentarily.

They were doing this.

His hand is situated next to Tyson's head. It's a crazy view. They're actually on a bed. And Tyson's under him.

Kai's having a hard time focusing on what Tyson's saying, staying grounded and level-headed so he can attend to Tyson's needs. So he can make it a good experience. But he's not level-headed at all.

Tyson looks into his eyes and reads him wrong. "I swear to god if you make some stupid comment..."

"Believe me, I want to," he says. "But we'll have plenty of chances for that."

"Don't get cocky."

"Trust me, you want me cocky."

"I don't."

They could just keep going. Continue on fighting. But he actually wants what he came here to do and so he gets them back on track. "So you and this other guy, how far did you get?" he asks coolly, something weird curling in his stomach that he doesn't care to examine too closely. "Have you fucked?"

Tyson gives him an outraged look. "Why do you want to know? I thought you didn't care?"

"Oh believe me, I don't," he says. "But I need to know if you have any experience with anal play."

Kai watches as his bed partner proceeds to choke. What a prude. What a romantic inexperienced dumbass. Bet he gives flowers and chocolates to the person he's going to fuck before fucking them. Hell, he probably makes love. How horrifying.

"Woah, don't hold back," Tyson wheezes, holding his throat.

Kai barely suppresses a massive eye roll. "How difficult are you going to make this?"

"Fuck off" He swats at Kai's shoulder, slightly pushing him away but not all that much because he actually wants him on top. This is a ridiculous situation. Tyson clears his throat. "Okay, um, we obviously haven't gotten that far."

Kai raises a brow. "Obviously?"

"Jerk" Tyson curses, glaring at him and gnashing his teeth. "Behave."

Kai presses his mouth closed for the sake of the Kai and Tyson who want to fuck.

"So we haven't fucked," he says with pink cheeks and evading eyes.

"Ahan" Good for them. "How about fingers?"

"What?" Tyson looks at him, gaze snapping up, colouring impossibly. Kai's going to die.

"Has he fucked you with his fingers?"

"No" Tyson drops his gaze. Kai fights the urge to kiss him.

"Have you tried anything by yourself?" he presses on. He has no clue how his voice is so stable. It's quite impressive. Because he's a mess inside.

He only shakes his head this time.

"Nothing? Nothing at all?"

"Nothing"

Oh fuck. He's so screwed.

"Your first time is with me?" he asks and his voice finally matches the way he feels. It sounds shocking to his own ears.

"Don't think you're so special. I just don't want it to be with someone-" he cuts himself off with a sigh, not wanting to say whatever the actual reason is to Kai. Then he says defensively, "People experiment all the time."

"Yeah but with someone they trust," he says, poking his tongue into his cheek.

Tyson glares at him. "Does it really matter? I haven't had penetrative sex with any guy, okay? And I've never tried anything by myself either. And that's all you need to know. Now stop asking questions."

"I don't want to. But if I don't this can go awfully wrong. So suck it up and answer the questions."

He lets out a low irritated growl, then dissolves into the bed. "Fine, fire away," he says in defeat, lying like a lifeless doll. "Ask whatever you want. I guess I came here to be interrogated instead of fucked."

Kai can't help it. He snorts a laugh. Tyson can be funny.

They start kissing after all the necessary talking is done which had ended in a mutual decision (in a hostile environment) to not fuck that day. Postponed it to next Saturday. It'll be just fingers for this week. (This took a whole half hour of arguing.)

Tyson hums against his lips before pulling away. He's in a sitting position, leant back on his hands. Then he shoots him a mischievous smile and wraps his legs around Kai's waist. It burns everywhere. The bare skin on skin sensation too much. Kai feels like a thirteen year old boy again.

God, his cock is hard. Uncomfortably so.

"Can we start?" asks Tyson.

"Lie down" says Kai.

He looks like he'll protest for a moment before sinking back against the pillows and stretching his arms over his head as his legs unlock from Kai's waist. Getting comfortable. Baring all that smooth skin in front of Kai who swallows thickly.

He wants to put his mouth on him.

Kiss that skin till his lips can remember the texture and feel of it like second nature.

But would that be weird? Would Tyson find it strange?

He guesses he could sit and wonder like a loser or he could just ask. "Do you mind if I …" he trails off when Tyson meets his eyes. He lets his gaze roam over his body suggestively.

"What?" blurts out Tyson.

"What?"

"What?!"

"Just…would you mind if I just…" Ah fuck. "Felt you up?"

Tyson's brows arch comically. "You've felt me up," he says.

"Yeah, but would you mind if I did it a lot?" This is the strangest conservation he's ever had with anyone in bed. "With my mouth?"

"Is that like a kink?" asks Tyson with a laugh, gaze flicking up and down his body once.

"May be" says Kai, he will take any excuse.

Tyson shrugs. "Whatever"

His skin is even smoother than it looks and it's soft and dewy-looking to begin with. Tyson shifts under Kai's touch, inhaling sharply every now and then. He giggles a few times, ticklish in some places. Kai expects Tyson to bring it to an end quicker than he wants but despite his eagerness to just get straight down to business earlier he doesn't stop Kai. He lets him explore to his heart's content. Or rather his dick's.

Tyson sighs out loud, his head falling back as Kai kisses down his stomach. His hands lie beside him, rolling the sheet between the fingers of one. He has a knee bent. And this is ridiculous. How is the one person that Kai absolutely cannot stand also the best thing he's ever laid eyes on? He looks like a Greek sculpture, painted with the finest golden hues. Kai almost doesn't want to blink in case he misses something.

He's so fucked. If he looks like this now, when Kai's merely kissing him, how would he look when…

Kai attempts to not think. He starts giving him a blow job and Tyson starts moaning in the lewdest ways, absolutely sinful noises leaving his mouth. It makes even Kai blush and his heartbeat skyrocket.

The poor organ is in his throat when he carefully, observantly, eyes trained on Tyson's expressions, slips his fingers down from his thigh and in between his cheeks. Just letting them gently brush against the sensitive skin there.

Tyson sits up, instantly, on his elbows, opening his eyes to look at Kai. Kai would take a picture if he could. His eyes are sparkly, a rich brown, the tops of his cheeks tinted red, he's got a soft glow to his skin.

"Relax" says Kai, patting his leg with the other hand.

"Right, yeah" He blinks a few times, nervousness showing on his features before he lies back down. Kai kisses along the base of his cock as he lets his finger stray upward, graze ever so slightly against his taint.

He hears Tyson inhale sharply, his muscles locking for a moment before he consciously relaxes them. Kai takes him back into his mouth, to get his mind off of it and it works to an extent. Tyson's too caught up in the blow job to worry too much about the finger circling his entrance.

But Kai pulls his mouth off his dick before pushing past the ring of muscle in Tyson's ass because he wants his attention. Wants him present there for the moment. And he is. Tyson's on his elbows, one foot raised a little in the air and the other pressed against the mattress, a pretty frown on his brow and his gaze on Kai's.

Cherub-faced. Tornado-spirited. But he's as still as the sky before a storm now.

He pushes in further, watching his expression. Tyson exhales, chest caving. Colour hugging the sides of his cheeks.

"What?" murmurs Kai.

Tyson shakes his head despite looking like he wants to say something.

"Does it feel okay?"

"Mm" He nods. "Can I move?"

"Yeah"

He shifts a bit, trying to be more comfortable but it mustn't help much. He settles again, the frown on his brow deepening.

Kai rises to his knees and leans over him, so he can kiss him if he wants. But Tyson remains on his elbows, not lying back down. Their eyes meet.

It's electric.

Kai holds it for a few minutes, till it gets borderline uncomfortable. Then he gives him a swift kiss to dissolve some of that tension.

"You'll need some lube."

Tyson nods.

There's sweat on his skin.

The room is quiet as Kai slicks up his fingers and slides into him again. Tyson gasps at the sensation, the cold.

Kai moves the finger in and out of him.

A small sound of pleasure leaves Tyson's throat. Kai thinks about fucking him. He literally hasn't been thinking about anything else for the last five minutes.

If anyone's mind had ever been in the gutter, it has never been more than Kai's in this moment.

It's absolutely filthy up in there.

One finger becomes two.

Kai kind of wants to die. He's basically torturing himself.

Once the initial shock of having someone's fingers inside of him wears off Tyson starts to regain his verbal abilities.

"This is it?" he asks, despite the blush on his cheeks and the shallowness of his breath. And the tremor in his arms that are laboring hard to hold him up.

"Is what it?" asks Kai and he sounds threatening. What's up with that? But good for Tyson. He needs to know his place.

Tyson lets out a sigh that makes his chest heave. The sweat on his skin is making him glow like a star. "I thought it was supposed to feel good?"

"It doesn't?" voices Kai.

He shakes his head. His stomach is glistening. "Not really. I think you're bad at this."

"Am I?"

"Hmm"

And Kai realizes that this is intended to be pay back for the sloppy kisser comment. Too bad Kai can see right through him. He's barely holding it together. And he knows how he can make it worse.

"Why don't you lie down?" suggests Kai sweetly. "Changing the angle might help."

"I don't think it'll help much," he says, challengingly. A bead of sweat trickling down his neck.

"Lie down" insists Kai. "No harm in that."

Tyson takes the bait and reclines on his back. Kai switches position and kneels between his legs, opening them up a little wider and higher before plunging his fingers deep inside of him.

The defiant look on Tyson's face transforms into a stricken one. Literally growing pale before flooding with colour. His breath arresting in his lungs.

Kai looks into his eyes as he slowly leans forward, settling his hand next to his head and pressing again at the same bundle of nerves.

Tyson's breath punches out of him. A shudder wrecking through his whole body.

"Still not good?" asks Kai, massaging the spot till the stubbornly held blank expression on Tyson's face dissolves into a pained one and he cries out loud.

Over the rest of that evening, Kai finds out how a bed and a room can come to be the closest things to heaven on earth.

He didn't know it then but this would grow to be his favourite place ever.

"I wasn't expecting that," he says in a daze afterwards.

"You weren't?"

"No" he says, very honest.

Kai laughs because how could he not laugh at that?

And his laughter must bring Tyson back to his senses because he shoves a pillow in Kai's face and gets up.