Milk and Cereal

His erection dies like a fire without air. Humiliation is there but he also experiences a sense of deep frustration with himself as he disentangles his body from those of the girls and gets to his feet with mutters of apologies.

Fuck

That's the second time. He had honestly thought that the incident with Kristina was a one-time thing. The result of a weird day. But now it seems as though he can't get it up for someone else, even with Granger on his mind, the memories of him still fresh.

Her perfume had been too strong. Lipstick waxy and too artificially flavoured. The sounds she made wrong. His body had kept finding issues with the person's smell, taste, feel and so on till his interest died completely.

This is hell.

Kai glances in the direction of the bar as he makes his way out of the club. He's still there. With his crush. Visibly drunk now. Movements sluggish and unfocused, smile too dreamy, skin flushed rosy.

Kai glances away and exits the establishment, leaning against its outer wall for a smoke.

Sergei comes to find him.

"They're getting rowdy in there," he says, lighting up one of his own.

"Hm" says Kai, inhaling nicotine into his lungs like it's oxygen.

"What happened with the girls?" asks Sergei, gesturing towards the club. "Didn't like them?"

Kai shakes his head. He'll take the new nature of his obsession with Tyson to his grave. No one is hearing about it. Not a soul. "One of their perfume was giving me a headache." Not entirely untrue.

Sergei casts him a look and exhales in amazement. "Wow, he really fucked you up. You don't even want to fuck."

Kai opens his mouth to correct him, irked by the assumption that he was that much of a sore loser. "No, her perfume hit my nose like a stink bomb. I'm serious."

Sergei laughs. "She smelled fine to me."

"I bet she did. You don't get to sniff a lot of women."

"Take that back," Sergei punches Kai in the stomach but without any power behind it.

Kai pushes him off, chuckling, which results in more light grabbing and shoving till Kai threatens to burn him with his cigarette, Sergei's already crushed on the ground.

"I'm backing off," he says, putting his hands up and moving away. "I'm backing off." Sergei's height is an object of Kai's envy. He towers over most people. If that fourth year from Sweden didn't go to Toho Sergei would easily be the tallest person on campus. He makes Kai feel small in stature though he's generally considered to be on the taller side himself. Not a small man at all.

Granger is one inch shorter than Kai but that single inch matters a lot. It allows him to look down on him and make Tyson tilt his chin up just enough to cause a deeply satisfying imbalance of power. But Granger is good at erasing its presence ninety percent of the time. Make him feel there isn't any difference at all. But during the remaining ten percent…

Kai pushes the thoughts of Granger away feeling them starting to feed the unexpended sexual energy in him. He needs to get rid of it before going to bed tonight or he will dream. He'll dream regardless of what he does but the vividness of them can be kept to a minimum if he does something about it.

Kai's height gives him an advantage in the ring sometimes because of a lot of Japanese fighters being shorter than him, but a good deal of them are just as tall if not taller and so Kai trains with Sergei (all the Blitzkriegs are trained in martial arts) often to find ways to handle bigger opponents better.

Sergei is a gentle giant. His size intimidates people so he gets a bad rep with the rest of them but he's the best man out of all of them. He likes cats and knitting. He grows flowers in their backyard. He never raises his voice against someone no matter how insulting the other party becomes to him. He's the voice of reason among them and the voice Kai often hears in his head beside Julia's when he's in a foul and destructive mood. He likes Granger too. He heavily disapproves with the way the others treat him (Ian is also an exception because Ian is a little scared and awed by Granger's lack of fear and tries to stay out of it most of the time) but he doesn't show it in front of Granger because he feels it would be a betrayal to the Blitzkriegs. He's terribly loyal to them.

He's always trying to get Kai to see that Granger isn't so bad and that they could actually be friends if they tried. He has recurring delusions of Kai and Granger getting along like bread and butter. Jam and toast. Milk and cereal. Well, Kai has them too but at least he knows that's never going to happen.

Granger stumbles outside with his golden retriever crush who looks drunker than him.

"Kai, look who it is," says Sergei, elbowing him, as if he hadn't noticed. "Your favourite"

He snorts. "My least favourite."

They watch Granger lead the guy to someone's car.

A new guy gets out of the vehicle.

"It was my fault," Tyson says to him apologetically as he comes over to help his friend into the backseat. "I challenged him. I'm sorry, I had no idea he was such a lightweight."

Of course he's a fucking lightweight. Probably can't fuck for shit too.

The guy must grumble about being called a lightweight because Tyson sticks his tongue out at him. "Good night! I'll see you on Friday," he says, wiggling his fingers in goodbye as he closes the door.

Granger watches the car drive away before turning around with a smile on his face, his eyes happening upon Kai's.

Well, hi there.

There's a slight look of surprise on his features as he looks at Sergei and then back at him.

Kai chews on the inside of his lip, wondering if he'd approach them or walk away. He doesn't realize, too busy making sure he's not the one to look away first, that they've been staring at each other for an abnormally long time and Tyson's eyes are getting a heady look to them, getting turned on by all the eye contact.

Oh

He's drunk. And the alcohol is doing its thing. Kai doesn't know if Sergei can tell Tyson's ogling the fuck out of Kai, pretty much non verbally asking him to come over and fuck him, but better be safe than sorry.

"You know," Kai murmurs to Sergei, swallowing drily. "If they're getting rowdy in there you should probably go and chaperone."

"Right, yeah," says Sergei, with a start like he had forgotten about them for a minute. "Are you going to come back inside?"

Not when he looks like that. No.

Kai shakes his head. "I'm going home."

"Okay" Sergei heads back into the club. Kai walks over to Tyson.

He takes a hold of his collar as soon as Kai reaches him. Not like he wants to punch him but rather do far, far worse and more violent things to him.

"We're on the street," Kai reminds him.

"I know" replies Tyson, tugging Kai closer with the grip he has on his collar. "But you look so hot right now." His thigh brushes Kai's groin. A touch that's barely there but does all the damage possible. "Did the girls get you off?" he asks in a whisper and Kai's brain malfunctions.

No. "Yes" He amazes himself with the amount of restraint he's able to show around Tyson.

Tyson's eyes dart over his face, searching for the truth. "But you're hard again," he says, bringing his face closer so their noses brush. "Already." The heat of his mouth hits Kai. "I don't think they did a very good job."

He just about breaks.

"Granger, what the fuck are you doing?" snaps Kai, pulling himself together and growling at him, making Tyson startle and look around them blinking. Coming back to his senses. He finally frees Kai's shirt and takes a step back.

"Sorry, I-" he gestures vaguely around his head.

Kai nods slowly. "Yeah"

He has the decency and awareness to look sheepish. "You barely- barely talked to me in there, man. Like I don't do stuff like that often and you were gone before I could catch my breath, like whoosh, straight to those girls," he says. "I got whiplash."

"What did you want me to do? It was a public bathroom. Keep it locked till your brain caught up with your dick?"

"You don't have to say it like that." Tyson's face shutters, because of Kai's less than friendly tone, but he doesn't have the patience to be nice to him right now. "We could have talked outside," he glowers.

Kai shrugs. "Talked about what?"

He huffs, throwing up his hands. "Fuck you. Whatever. You're rude as fuck. Never mind. I don't want to talk to you." He starts walking away.

"Do you have a ride?" Kai asks after him because he seems drunk and alone. Where are his friends?

"I'm walking!" Tyson snaps, stomping down the street.

Walking? It'll take 15-20 minutes to get back to his place by foot. He has so many friends but none of them can show up when it matters? Some friends they are. "I can drive you," Kai offers and immediately cringes. Really wishing he was saying something else instead.

"What the- fuck off!" He yells back, his frame looking furious and irritated. Kai hears him grumble something else under his breath and catches words like "payback" and "rude" and "you're gonna regret it".

Kai pushes out a breath and tries one more time. "I'm going home anyway. Just come with me."

"No, fuck off!" Tyson yells, spinning around to glare at him, shoulders hunched and his hands stashed in his pockets against the cold. "Fuck off!"

Very articulate he is.

A gust of wind blows Kai's way and he angrily thinks Tyson deserves to walk home alone on unsteady legs and bad weather. Get mugged or hit by a car or a truck. Kai couldn't give a fuck.

He watches him turn back around and continue on his way. A car loops around the corner just then moving past him and Tyson teeters awfully close to it.

His breath hitches for the slightest second. Fuck.

Fuck.

Kai stalks towards his car.

"Get in the car," he says through the open window.

"God, you're unbelievable." Tyson shakes his head.

"Ty-"

"No, I won't. I'm not getting in your fucking car." He stops walking to say it to him. Kai uses the opportunity to park the car and get out, crossing over to stand before him, blocking his path.

"Why not?" he asks.

"You were being rude to me just five minutes ago. Why are you being nice all of a sudden? It's creepy."

"I'm not being nice," Kai grits out.

"You aren't?"

"No"

"No?"

"No." He's going to have to explain himself. He licks his lips, uncomfortable. "I don't want you to get hit by a bus while you're walking home and be the senseless moron who saw you last and didn't stop you. It's for completely selfish reasons. I don't want your death on my conscience."

"Why would my death be on your conscience? I thought you wanted me dead."

"Not literally, you idiot. Because I'm not a psychopath."

"Could have fooled me," Tyson tuts.

Kai tries hard not to react to that. He's successful by the skin of his teeth.

Tyson stares at him dubiously. "You're being selfish?"

"Completely" he drawls.

"Okay" Tyson concedes, still not sounding very convinced. "Fine" he says the word with unnecessary stress.

He opens the door and enters the vehicle.

Kai lets out a small breath.

He falls asleep in the car, snoring against the window. Kai debates with himself about how to wake him up once they reach the dorm. Eventually he steps out, goes to the other side and pulls the door open unceremoniously.

Granger falls out like a sack of potatoes and Kai has to put a hand on his shoulder to stop him from eating pavement. He pushes him back inside just as he blinks open his eyes.

Kai's hand is on Tyson's face, righting his head, when he looks at him.

Bambi, Sergei's stupid voice says in his mind.

He takes his hand away from his cheek quickly, pulse spiking.

Tyson, busy fighting sleep and alcohol, mentions nothing. "Did I drool?" he croaks, wiping the side of his chin.

"You better not have," Kai says drily, holding the door open for him as he stumbles onto his feet.

"Ha!" he says when he's vertical again. "I have horrible things planned for you," he threatens.

"That's so thoughtful of you," Kai says without missing a beat.

"I know!" He trudges over to the building. "Have a bad night," Tyson calls over his shoulder as he sways up the steps of the dorm. "Let all the bed bugs- no, I hope you get bitten by snakes actually. Bugs are too good for you." His voice disappears down the hall and Kai looks around the area, mostly empty, save for a few students hanging around in twos and threes. They pay him no mind.

When he climbs back in the car he notices that Tyson left his phone on the seat. Kai picks it up.

Someone calls Kai from an unknown number on Thursday morning but he's not in the habit of picking up calls from unknown numbers (even though he knows it's Granger calling him from one of his friends' phone to ask about his device) so he declines it and lays the phone down beside Granger's on the bedside table.

More calls follow from the same number but he strolls to the shower with a smile.

It's a fantastic morning.

He smiles at Tala while grabbing a piece of toast during breakfast receiving a deeply skeptical frown in response to his chipper mood.

Julia accompanies him to his first lecture. He's checking his instagram dm requests during the free hour when the fourth one makes him pause.

GGarland.

Just a single word "hi".

He verifies if the account is actually him before accepting the request. It's strange but he wants to know what the guy wants.

He's just typed out a "hi" back when Granger storms up to him in a rush.

"Have you seen my phone?" he pants.

Kai loves the one inch of height difference between them because he looks up at him with such big, big eyes. Big and hopeful and panicked at the moment.

"What?" he asks just to make him repeat himself.

"My phone? Did I leave it in your car or something? You were the last person I was with last night. Have you seen it?"

Kai doesn't answer, choosing to let him figure it out on his own instead and have him panic and stare at him just a little while longer.

"You have it," deciphers Tyson, reading his expression. Then doubles over with a huge sigh of relief. "Oh my god, I've been looking for it everywhere. Been running since morning." He straightens up and shoves at Kai's chest. "Why didn't you just let me know? Why do you always have to be so damn infuriating?"

"Why would I ruin my own fun like that?"

"I should knee you in the balls," says Tyson, grinding his teeth and fisting his hands.

"Then knee me in the ba-" he's saying confidently when there's a flash of movement and a sharp pain in his groin. He bends over in agony. "Fuck"

That's the second time he's done it.

"You know," Tyson stoops down to say in his ear as he goes through some of the most excruciating moments of his life, "If you're unable to have children in the future that's a win. The people will thank me." Kai turns his head enough to glare at him.

"You'd make a terrible father," says Tyson before standing up. "Wait are you filming me?" he asks someone else in the courtyard. The fuckers are taking photos. "No, no, no, please delete that picture. I'm not supposed to be at uni right now. If the dean catches me I'm dead."

Oh that's right. He's still suspended. Kai stands up blinking through the pain just to say, "Don't delete that picture." Humiliation means nothing to him. "I want to see his ass getting kicked out for good."

Tyson cuts him a nasty glare.

"Hey, you like me better right?" he asks the kid who took their photo. "You're on team Tyson?" He winks. "Do me a solid."

The guy looks between them unsure then deletes as asked.

"Team loser," says Kai. "Who's on my team?" he asks the courtyard of students and a grander idea appears in his head. "Better yet," he says to Tyson's utter nightmare, "Where is Ming-Ming?"

"Don't you dare-" Tyson clambers to bring his hand down on Kai's lips. "Shut up, Kai," he hisses. "Don't say her name. You know she's a damn demon."

Kai fights him off. "A useful one," he says smugly. "Let's get you a feature on TCS again."

"I should kick you in the balls again," growls Tyson, getting ready to do just that.

"You can try," sneers Kai. Much prepared for the swing that comes this time. He manages to grab hold of his wrists and turn him around, pinning him to his chest. It's so easy. "You are so fucking lucky," he says to him as he struggles, "that I have enough self restraint to not crush your little body into dust with my bare fucking hands."

Tyson's jaw drops. "Crush my what into dust? With your bare what?" He starts wriggling again. "That didn't sound very much like a threat, Kai. That sounded like you have a size kink! You vile disgusting pervert!" he screams loud enough for the entire courtyard to hear.

Kai starts dragging him away. "Wait, no. No, no, no," Tyson cries in panic as he realizes what's happening. "Students of Toho, you can't let him do this to me! You are witnessing a murder," he screams his throat dry as Kai pulls him towards the nearest closet, determined to shut him up. Their peers in the courtyard watch unhelpfully as Tyson fights with everything he has to get away. "No! I am too young to die! I have a loving family back ho-"

"Where's my phone?" Tyson asks, pushing a palm against his chest, his own heaving, mouth red from Kai's kisses.

"What's in it?" asks Kai, still holding him up with his arms, balancing him against the wall. "Grindr?"

"What, no. I'm not a pervert like you."

"Says the one who wanted me to shove a vibrator up his ass."

"You're the one who bought the vibrator and shoved it up my ass."

Kai drops him.

"This is the part where you say 'touché," says Tyson, gracefully landing on his feet.

"Try and touché this," says Kai, slipping the key out of its hole.

"What are you doing?" asks Tyson, noticing. "Don't do anything crazy, Kai. Don't throw the key out the window or eat it or something. Just give me my phone and-"

Kai slides it under the door. Sending it out of sight.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he screams, scrambling towards the door and starts driving his shoulder against it.

Kai stands back and watches him slowly lose it as the repeated barrelling yields no results. It's something he's always wanted to do. Since the day he met him really. Lock Tyson in a tiny room with him, no phone, no friends around, just Kai.

It's Tyson's personal hell.

Kai revels in it. Savours the fuck out of these precious few moments he has with him.

Tyson gives up banging and slides down the door, defeated. "What do you want?" he moans.

Kai crouches down next to him on the floor. "Your misery"

"Well congratulations. Mission accomplished. I'm fucking miserable." Tyson looks at him. "Where's my phone?"

"It's in my bedroom," says Kai. "Are you going to cry?"

"I'll claw your eyes ou-" Tyson's mid-threat when he spots something over Kai's head. "Wait, there's a window," he shoots to his feet, trying to shove Kai off his in the process, darting towards the window.

He climbs up a stack of boxes, with more enthusiasm than finesse and pushes it open. "Aha! I can fit through this."

"There's no way you're going to be able to squeeze your ass through-"

Tyson doesn't wait, launching himself head first through the opening. His torso disappears and his legs do too.

Wow

"I hope you broke your neck," says Kai as he makes his way up the boxes.

"I'm alive," he hears Tyson's triumphant announcement. "Bye, loser!" He hears him running off.

Kai fits himself through the window, banging and scraping body parts before falling out of it in the same fashion Tyson had and taking off after him.

Tyson's racing across the grass with a good head-start. He looks over his shoulder at Kai and laughs so hard he almost loses balance.

"You're not getting there before me. This is my thing," he boasts, turning around and running backwards across the grounds. Fucking show off. "This is my thing. You are not beating me-"

He gets hit by a bicycle.

Tyson gets thrown on the ground and Kai laughs as he jogs up to him. But the smile wipes clean off his face as Tyson lifts his shirt with scraped hands to reveal blood blossoming across his waist.

"What the fuck," Kai blurts, seeing red. "Where the fuck were you looking?" he shouts at the cyclist who had also been thrown on the grass a few feet away, his bike lying upturned beside him. The wheels still spinning in the air.

"I'm sorry, Kai," the guy stammers.

"What the fuck are you apologising to me for?" asks Kai. "Apologize to him!"

"S-sorry, Tyson," the cyclist says quickly.

"Hey, it's my fault too," says Tyson, drawing Kai's attention back to him. There's a trace of confusion in his gaze. "I'm sorry too. I wasn't looking where I was going either. Kai, stop harassing someone innocent just because you got an excuse to do it. I know it has nothing to do with me."

Kai glances at the cyclist. "Get that thing out of here before I burn it."

The guy takes his bike and hauls his ass out of sight.

Kai considers Tyson's injured sitting form gingerly pressing the shirt against his abdomen. He walks over, offering help. "Since you can't go to the infirmary, your next best option is me," he says, gently wrapping a hand around his forearm.

Tyson shoots him a less than enthusiastic look. "I can't go to the infirmary because of you."

"I've got a kit back at the house," says Kai, brushing off his comment. "And plenty of experience."

"Get beat up a lot, do you?"

"Yes"

Tyson glares at him for a couple more minutes then accepts his assistance with a resigned sigh. "Motherfucker"

Tyson carefully occupies the couch in the study watching Kai pull out items from the first aid kit.

"You're being nice again," he says. "Are you sure you're alright? That thing in your chest isn't used to beating so much. All these acts of kindness might just make you keel over."

"Are you saying that my heart beats for you?" drawls Kai sarcastically.

Tyson gags violently. "I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit," he says, eyes watering.

Kai grimaces, disgusted by Tyson's comment and his own.

"How did you even come up with that?"

"You were the one insinuating it," says Kai, still disturbed.

"That's not what I was saying," he gesticulates wildly with his scraped hands.

The scratches on his palm steal Kai's attention. "Take off your shirt," he says.

Tyson gets a goofy look on his face. Kai rolls his eyes.

"You know if you just wanted to get me out of my clothes-" he begins smugly.

"Just move it out of the way," Kai sighs, exasperated, kneeling before him with the gauze.

Tyson lifts his shirt halfway up with a laugh, the wound coming into view. Kai consciously directs all his focus on gently wiping the blood off.

When most of it has been absorbed by the gauze he sees the actual cut.

"That fucker took your skin clean off," he says, leaning closer to examine it. There's about two inches of the skin on his waist that's been taken off. Fucking piece of shit and his useless fucking bike. It looks painful.

"Hey, it's not as bad as I thought," says Tyson inspecting it himself.

"If it doesn't heal well he'll be seeing me," Kai mutters darkly.

Tyson snorts. "What's it to you? Argh!" He winces as the antiseptic burns him.

"Stay still," Kai instructs, carefully disinfecting it, his attention still straying to the rest of him. "It's the skin I kiss," he says defensively.

Tyson goes silent for a second. "I should beat you up for that," he says after, then: "Well, if it heals badly I'll have a scar for you to kiss."

Kai looks up at him comically wide-eyed. Tyson's mouth drops open too, instantly regretting it. It's the comment that nearly evaporates them both into thin air.

All the cringing caused by that statement has them in a chokehold for a few good minutes.

"I'm sorry," Tyson says sitting up. "I don't know where that came from." His eyes fall upon Kai's still tortured form on the floor and he bursts out laughing. "Your face," he wheezes out. "You look ridiculous." He laughs so hard he almost cries.

Kai breaks into a smile, remembering the pained expression on Tyson's features. "You looked like you bit a lemon," he says, moving closer and dabbing at his wound.

"I'm going to pee myself." Tyson's weakly wiping a tear out of his eye when the antiseptic makes him yelp again.

When he finally gets his phone back from Kai he takes a seat at the foot of Kai's bed and is lost to the world for the next twenty minutes.

Since he's not aware of his surroundings anyway Kai closes the door and goes about doing his thing. Shaving, trimming, showering. He's picking his clothes out when Tyson talks to him again.

"The room is freezing," he says turning to look at him. "Why do you have the air conditioning on? It's already pretty cold outside."

"Is it?" He glances at him in the mirror, applying lotion. "Sorry, I'm used to it." He turns it off.

"You're used to it?"

"Grew up living in the tundra," Kai jokes.

"You grew up in Japan," Tyson counters.

Kai nods sagely. "The coldest place in Japan."

"Hokkaido?" he deadpans with a groan afterwards.

"The Hiwatari manor."

Tyson makes an amused noise. "You call it a manor. Posh boy."

"That's the name of the house," Kai says defensively.

He looks awfully comfortable on his bed as he pulls a leg up on the mattress. "What was it like living in the manor?" he asks, sounding curious.

"Hmm" Kai's considering what to tell him when he spots something on the side of his neck. A tiny discolouration. "Was this from you?" he asks Tyson.

There's a beat of silence as he figures out what he's talking about. "No, it wasn't from me, you prick. It was probably from one of those girls you were with last night."

Kai frowns at his own reflection. Huh. Probably. He has a vague recollection of it. "Why do you sound mad?" he asks, looking over his shoulder with a twinkle in his eye. "Are you jealous?"

"My, aren't you gleeful," Tyson teases, batting his lashes. "I'd rather choke on my own shit than get jealous over a douchebag who doesn't have the decency to remember who gave him a hickey."

"Hmm"

"Hmm!"

"It was probably from one of them. You're not a hickey man." He picks up the lotion bottle to squirt some more into his palm.

"No. But you love them so much," Tyson says, running his fingers over the blanket with fascination. "Always leaving marks everywhere. I have your handprint on my hip."

The bottle of lotion slips from Kai's grip and clatters onto the floor.

Tyson looks up stunned. His mouth an 'o' shape as he spots the fallen lotion.

Kai feels like he swallowed a lot of air. "Show me," he says, and his voice grates against all the silence in the room as it leaves his throat.

Tyson's eyes are on his and the look in them makes Kai think of the guy Tyson was with the night before. Does he look at him like this too? Hold him arrested in his stare?

Tyson stands up and undoes his jeans, pushing one side of it down along with his boxers, turning to show the bruise on his hip to Kai.

It settles something in him. Something that's constantly gnawing at his ribs when he's around Tyson. Quieting for a few seconds at the sight of the outline of his hand in dark maroon over his bronze hip.

"From last night," says Kai, clearing his throat, forcing casualness and normalcy into the quickly thickening air between them.

"Yeah" says Tyson and Kai hears a tremor in his voice as he pulls his clothes back into place.

It's Thursday he recalls then.

They'd mutually agreed upon Thursday before.

He bends to pick up the bottle from the floor. Thankfully the glass container hadn't broken. Only slightly chipped in one corner at the bottom. He sets the lotion on the shelf and runs a hand over his face.

Tyson clears his throat behind him and asks him something but Kai misses it busy cursing himself in his head.

"Are we still meeting later?" he repeats and there's still a tinge to his voice despite all his attempts get it back to normal and it's making Kai lose every last bit of his sense and reason.

"Yeah" Kai's mouth answers for him, operating on autopilot.

"We are?" Tyson asks to make sure as Kai walks over to him with his gaze on the floor because he can't look at him, a hand wrapped around the lower half of his face, rubbing his jaw like he's considering the most complex problem in the universe but he really just doesn't know how to bring it up. "Ok then-"

Kai only stops walking when his feet bump against Tyson's. Tyson moves back a step on instinct once but doesn't do it another time allowing Kai to walk straight into him, his body meeting his everywhere, shoulders brushing. Kai looks up then, removing his hand from his own chin and pulling Tyson to his mouth by the back of his head.

They don't meet again later because Kai keeps him there till late into the night, the clothes he'd picked out for the evening pushed unceremoniously to the floor.

"I have something for you," Tyson says to him as they walk out onto the porch. "As a thank you for the suspension you gifted me last week. It'll be waiting for you in the garage soon."

"I'll make sure you're kicked out of the university for good if I find out you went anywhere within five feet of my shit," says Kai, watching Tyson climb down the front steps.

"You wouldn't!"

"I would."

"You'd die of boredom without me."

"I'll take death over your company any day."

Tyson mounts his borrowed motorbike and starts it up, helmet on, flashing him the middle finger.

Kai gives him a wink and an air kiss.

"Have a bad night," he says, revving the engine then something mischievous glimmers in his eye and he says dramatically like a hero in an old romance film, "I'll miss you, darling." Hand on his chest and everything.

Kai crumbles to the floor in pain, cringing with his hands over his face. "You've killed me," he mutters.

Tyson drives away laughing, grin splitting his face in half.