Kay closed the door as soon as he entered his dorm room, while Michael passed through the wall easily. The shift in Kay's mood had been apparent. Oftentimes when he ran into his third-year crush, he would be all red in the face and acting like a teenager meeting his pop idol. That night, however, Kay's brand of embarrassment had been so different—Michael would even go as far as to describe it as sad—that he tried his best to stay quiet the entire trip back to the dorm.
But now that a few minutes had passed and Kay's facial muscles and shoulders seemed less tense, Michael finally decided to speak up. “You alright there?” he worriedly asked, sitting on the bed while Kay grabbed some clothes.
“I’m fine. I'm just going to go take a bath,” he replied with a sigh. Before he locked the door, he
