I rushed over to his side, I don't know why I did that but I felt the urge of wanting to help him even though it was only for this night. He turned his face to the side and his blue eyes met mine lazily. "Akira," he muttered, a smile drawing tiredly on his lips.
"I feel so hot," he drawled, and my brows raised at him suspiciously.
He wasn't reeking of alcohol, so how then was he behaving like a drunkard?
"Come and sit on the bed," I said, grabbing his arm and supporting him as we dragged our feet towards the bed.
He was leaning on me, putting all his weight on my side and I could feel his hot breath on me. I struggled as we managed to reach the bed.
I helped him to the bed, letting go of his arm, and he fell on my bed making a small whump sound.
He groaned slightly, rolling over the bed, and I stared at him with knitted brows and rubbed my temple.
He wasn't behaving normally and he thought crashing into my room was a wise thing to do?
He murmured words that weren't audible to the ear
