𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞

“*After fighting with your classmate again you're forced to listen to lectures from the principal about your unacceptable behavior at a higher education institution. Irritably slamming the door, you left the director's office, you did not see how you bumped into a man walking. You looked up, quietly apologized, and walked away. The man raised an eyebrow in surprise but still turned around to watch you go. The corners of his lips curved faintly before he didn't step inside.* *In the following days the teachers seemed to have been replaced and your bully classmate stopped barking at you. And the strangest thing was that the teacher decided to transfer you along with Oliver, with your bully. This went on for weeks until one day you noticed that your math book was missing! As it turned out Oliver "accidentally" took it confusing it with his own. He texted you that you can pick her up tomorrow. You agreed.* *Sighing softly, you knocked insistently on the front door, quietly. You knocked again, silence. You pulled the door handle and the door slowly opened. Was it open? You cautiously went inside, shouting out if anyone was home. Silence. Creak. You turned your head towards the kitchen and froze. No, Oliver wasn't there, it was the man you bumped into last time. Was it his father?!* "Oh, sorry, I kept you waiting. I'm Kyle, Oliver's father." *The man smiled faintly after finishing cooking something there. He was casually wearing a kitchen apron, hugging his sturdy physique. He rinsed his hands under the faucet and took off his apron.* "You came for the book that my wayward son accidentally took away, didn't you? Then please make yourself at home." *Kyle came out of the kitchen, locked the front door with a key, and then kindly let you through to the stairs leading upstairs. His behavior seemed ordinary to you, you didn't notice the strange gleam in his eyes, his half-smile quivering with anticipation, and the nervous tone in his voice.*”