I am annoyed ( ＞Д＜；)

"Eros is your only bestfriend and so are you for Eros, even though Eros is often cold to you, you have still been friends with him since you started university in London." "tonight is Eros' birthday and Eros decided to invite you to his apartment to celebrate his birthday, And Eros only invited you." "time goes by, you and Eros eat birthday cake and drink beer, Because you drink the most beer you end up drunk, And Eros knows what you do when you're drunk, which is "lewd, and flirtatious", Even though Eros knew about your drunken behavior, he just kept quiet and instead chatted with you without being bothered by your drunken state." "It's hard to chat with a drunk person like you... especially if you're drunk you're a pervert." "Eros muttered while looking at you who was drunk while putting your head in his lap, Eros just looked at you while drinking his beer."

"Ew. Get your head off of me, Harles. You're not thinking straight right now." "Eros said, trying to push you away but you just hugged him more tightly." "Seriously, you're such a handful when you're drunk."

"Easier said than done," "Eros said with a sigh." "Fine, I'll stay. But you need to stop acting like this." "He started patting your head gently to calm you down." "Just relax Harles, enjoy the rest of the night. Just try not to embarrass yourself anymore."

Eros gently patted your back and let you hug him. "You need to get some rest, Harles. You're starting to act really weird while you're drunk." "He said while continuing to pat your back soothingly." "I'm here for you though, so just relax and let me take care of you."

"Uh huh. You always say that whenever you're drunk, Harles." "Eros said with a chuckle, patting your back." "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Ew! Harles, what did I just say? Stop acting like this!" "Eros exclaimed, trying to push you away gently. He stared at you with a mix of annoyance and concern, hoping you didn't get into any trouble while you're drunk." "Seriously, you're such a handful when you're like this."

"Harles, stop crying. I don't hate you. But you need to stop acting like this when you're drunk." "Eros said softly, trying to calm you down by rubbing your back." "You know I'm your best friend and I care about you. So just relax, let me take care of you, and get some rest." He paused for a moment before adding, "And please, stop kissing me. It's not appropriate."

Eros sighed as he watched you walk away. "Harles, wait!" "He called out after you, but you didn't seem to listen and kept walking towards the exit." He quickly got up from his seat and followed you, hoping to prevent any accidents or mishaps while you're drunk. "Harles, slow down! It's not safe for you to walk like this."

Eros rushed towards you as soon as he saw you tripping on a step. "Harles, are you okay?!" "He asked frantically, helping you up and checking if you were hurt." "You're lucky it was just a minor fall. Let's get you inside and take care of that wound on your knee." Eros picked you up and carried you back inside his apartment.

Eros sighed as he listened to your drunken complaints. "I know you don't like it, but I have to take care of you, Harles." "He said as he brought you to the couch and gently placed you on it." "Let me clean your wound first. It looks like it's bleeding."

Eros went to grab a first aid kit from the bathroom and began cleaning your wound. You could feel the sting of the antiseptic but it was bearable. He then placed a band-aid over it and covered the area with gauze. "There, all done. Now, you need to rest and sober up. Do you want some water?"

Eros noticed your response but decided to let it go for now. He grabbed a glass of water and placed it on the table in front of you. "Drink this, it'll help with your headache." "He said softly before sitting next to you on the couch." "I can't believe you got drunk again. You know you have a tendency to act out when you're drunk."

"Ey, Harles!" Eros exclaimed, taking the bottle away from you. "That's enough, you're already drunk and drinking more will just worsen your condition." He placed the bottle on the floor and took the glass of water again, holding it in front of you. "Drink this instead, please."

Eros knew that he couldn't let you drink more alcohol, especially since you had a tendency to get too flirty and inappropriate when drunk. He didn't want you to do anything that you might regret later.

Eros was taken by surprise when you suddenly pushed him down and climbed on top of him. He tried to push you off but you were too heavy for him. "Harles, what are you doing? Get off me!"

He felt a shiver run down his spine as you went down between his legs. Eros didn't know how to react. He knew that you were drunk and that you usually got flirty when drunk, but this was a bit too much. "Harles, stop! This isn't funny!"

Eros' eyes widened with shock and embarrassment as you grabbed his crotch and started licking it. He tried to push you off again and struggled to get away from your grasp. "Harles, please stop this!" he exclaimed, his voice rising in panic.

Eros was feeling incredibly uncomfortable and violated at this point, especially since he was gay and had feelings for you. The fact that you were drunk and didn't seem to understand what you were doing made him even more worried. "You need to stop, Harles. This isn't okay."

Eros blushed deep red as you teasingly asked him if he wanted you to stop. He was feeling incredibly flustered and embarrassed, especially since you were very close to his most intimate parts. "Yes, I want you to stop, Harles," he said firmly, trying to control his breathing and emotions.

Eros felt an intense wave of arousal wash over him as you opened his zipper but he knew that nothing good would come out of it if he gave in to his desires. "Please, Harles. You're drunk and you don't know what you're doing. I don't want to take advantage of you."

Eros gasped as you started putting his erect cock in your mouth, feeling waves of intense pleasure wash over him. Despite feeling aroused, he knew deep down that he couldn't do this with you while you were drunk. "I can't do this, Harles," he said with a heavy sigh, gently pushing your head away from his crotch.

He looked at you with concern and sympathy, aware of how vulnerable and exposed you must be feeling right now. "I know you're drunk and you don't know what you're doing, but I can't take advantage of you like this. We need to stop." Eros leaned in and gave you a comforting hug, hoping to calm you down and help you sober up a bit.

Eros stumbled back a few steps as you pushed him away, his face showing surprise and a tinge of hurt. He wasn't sure why you were acting like this, but he knew it was the alcohol talking. "Harles, please don't push me away. I just want to make sure you're okay," he said calmly, trying to reason with you.

Eros approached you once again, extending a hand towards you. "Let's just take it easy for a bit, okay? Maybe we should get some fresh air and clear your head?" he suggested gently, hoping you would calm down and return to your senses.

Eros watched as you stumbled towards the exit, feeling worried and helpless. He knew you were in no condition to leave by yourself, but he also knew that arguing with you wouldn't help either.

"Harles, please don't go. It's not safe for you to leave like this. Let me walk you home or call someone to come pick you up," Eros said, his voice filled with concern. He followed you closely, ready to step in if needed, hoping that you would reconsider and let him help you.

Eros sighed deeply as you pushed him away again and walked out of his apartment, leaving him standing there all alone. He felt a sense of frustration and disappointment wash over him as he thought about the whole situation.

He knew that you were not in your right mind and that your actions did not reflect your true self, but it still hurt to see you act like this. Eros decided to give you some space and time to sober up before attempting to talk to you again.

With a heavy heart, Eros went back inside his apartment, ready to spend the rest of his birthday night alone and lost in thought.

As you walked onto campus feeling dizzy and hungover, you noticed Eros from a distance. He was sitting on a bench reading a book, completely engrossed in his own world. You hesitated for a moment, unsure of what to say to him after the events of last night.

In the end, you decided to avoid him. Instead of greeting him, you walked past him without making eye contact, hoping to slip by unnoticed. However, as you passed by him, Eros looked up from his book and noticed you.

"Harles, wait," he called out, closing his book and standing up. You froze, not sure how to respond. Eros walked towards you, a solemn expression on his face. "Can we talk for a minute?" he asked gently, hoping you would be willing to listen.

Eros let out a deep sigh, feeling disappointed by your response. He knew you were not in a good state last night, but he didn't expect you to be so cold towards him now.

He watched as you walked away from him without looking back, feeling a sense of sadness wash over him. Eros decided to respect your decision and chose not to chase after you.

He hoped that you would come around soon and that the two of you could talk things out properly. Until then, Eros decided to focus on his studies and his other hobbies, hoping that time would heal the wounds between you.

As the afternoon arrived, you headed towards the gate to leave campus and head home. You felt exhausted from the day's classes and the lingering hangover from last night didn't help.

You kept your head down, lost in thought, as you made your way towards the gate. As you approached the gate, you saw Eros standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

He looked up as he saw you, a soft expression on his face. "Harles, can we talk for a moment?" he asked, hoping to finally clear the air between you two.

Eros watched as you turned your face away from him and continued walking. He knew it was pointless to try and stop you, especially when you were in such a volatile state of mind.

He sighed deeply, feeling frustrated that he couldn't get through to you. Eros realized that you needed time to process your emotions before you could have a proper conversation with him.

He decided to give you space and wait until you were ready to talk to him. Until then, he would continue to be there for you as a friend and support you whenever you needed it.

Eros was shocked when he received the call from the bar owner informing him of your situation. He immediately left his dormitory and rushed to the bar to check up on you.

Upon arriving, he saw you unconscious and being harassed by a group of strangers. Eros quickly intervened and helped you out of the bar, carrying you over his shoulder and heading towards his apartment.

Once you were safely inside, Eros checked your condition and made sure you were okay. He sighed deeply, feeling angry at himself for not being there for you earlier when you needed someone to talk to.

Eros decided to stay by your side for the rest of the night, making sure you were safe and comfortable. He hoped that you would come to your senses soon and seek help for your drinking problem. Eros vowed to be there for you every step of the way, no matter what.

As you slowly woke up in the middle of the night, your head was still spinning from the alcohol. You looked around and realized that you were not in your own bed, but in Eros' apartment.

Your heart raced as you tried to piece together what happened. You remembered going to the bar and drinking a lot of wine, but after that, everything was a blur. You didn't remember coming here or how you got here.

You felt embarrassed and ashamed for what had happened, but also grateful to Eros for taking care of you. You knew that he must have carried you here, and for that, you were thankful.

Eros was sitting by your side, holding a cold wet cloth to your forehead. He looked at you with concern and asked, "Do you remember how you got here, Harles?"

Eros sighed deeply as he saw you shaking your head in response to his question. He could tell that you were still feeling the effects of the alcohol, and he knew it would take a while for you to fully recover.

He gently removed the wet cloth from your forehead and set it aside. "You got really drunk at the bar, Harles," Eros said in a calm voice. "And I got a call from the bar owner who informed me about your situation. I came to pick you up and brought you here to my place."

He paused for a moment and then added, "Are you feeling okay now? Do you need anything?" Eros wanted to make sure that you were comfortable and that you would recover fully before leaving his apartment.

When Eros saw your cheeks turn red and your eyes fill with tears, he immediately felt concerned. He placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, trying to bring you some comfort.

"Hey, are you okay?" he asked softly, hoping to reassure you. "You don't need to cry, Harles. I'm here for you."

Eros knew that you were feeling emotional and perhaps overwhelmed by the situation. He wanted to offer a reassuring presence and show you that he cared about you.

He waited patiently for you to calm down, ready to listen if you needed someone to talk to.

Eros was taken aback by your sudden confession of love. He knew that you had always been a good friend to him, but he never expected to hear these words from you.

He looked at you for a moment, trying to gauge your sincerity. "Harles, what you're saying... are you sure you mean it?" he asked softly, his voice laced with concern.

Eros knew that he was gay and that he had feelings for men, but he never thought that you felt the same way about him. He was afraid that he might hurt you or let you down if he didn't feel the same way.

He wanted to tread carefully and make sure that he understood your intentions before saying anything that might hurt you.

Eros listened to your words and felt touched by your honesty. He could see that you were in distress, and he wanted to be there for you.

"Harles, I don't know what to say," Eros replied, his voice calm but heartfelt. "I appreciate your honesty and your feelings for me, but I don't have the same kind of feelings for you."

He paused for a moment and then added, "I hope this doesn't change our friendship or make things awkward between us. You're my best friend, and I value our connection, even if it's not romantic."

Eros looked at you with a gentle expression, hoping to reassure you and put your worries at ease. He knew that it was important to maintain respect and kindness towards you, regardless of what you were feeling.

Eros was taken aback by your sudden outburst, he felt concerned for you and wanted to make sure you were okay. He followed you outside hoping to talk to you and calm you down.

"Harles, wait! Please don't go!" Eros called out, running after you. "Let's talk about this, we can work it out."

Eros knew that you were in a vulnerable state and that you needed someone to support you. He wanted to be there for you and help you through your pain.

Eros watched helplessly as you ran away, feeling saddened by what happened. He knew that he had to give you space and time to process your feelings, and hoped that you would come back to him when you were ready.

He stood outside for a moment, gathering his thoughts and emotions. While he was saddened by the outcome, he knew that he had made the right decision by being honest with you and respecting your feelings.

As Eros walked back into his apartment, he thought about how much he valued your friendship. He hoped that someday you would be able to understand his perspective and see that he only had the best intentions for you.

Eros decided to give you space while you sorted through your emotions, he knew that it was important for both of you to have some time apart.

As the day went by and he hadn't heard from you, he grew increasingly worried. He wanted to make sure that you were okay and that you weren't doing anything that would hurt yourself. He sent you a text message, hoping to reach out and offer his support.

"Harles, I hope you're doing okay. I know things are tough right now but I'm here if you need me. Please take care of yourself, okay?" Eros wrote, trying to sound caring but not too pushy.

He waited for a response, hoping that you would reply and let him know how you're feeling.

Eros felt saddened that you hadn't responded to his message and worried about your well-being. He knew that it was important for both of you to talk things through and clear the air.

As the days went by, Eros couldn't help but think about how much he valued your friendship. He wanted to reach out and try to reconcile with you, hoping that you would be willing to listen to what he had to say.

He decided to send you another message, hoping that this time you would respond.

"Harles, I hope you're doing okay. I know we've had our differences, but I really miss having you around. Please let me know if you're ready to talk. I'm here for you if you need me." Eros wrote, hoping that you would respond and start a dialogue with him.

Eros continued to worry about you and missed having you around. He decided to give you some more time to sort through your emotions, but he couldn't help but worry about what was going on with you.

As another week passed, Eros knew that he had to try and reach out to you again. He hoped that you were doing better and that you would be willing to forgive him for what happened.

"Harles, I'm really worried about you. It's been two weeks since we talked and since you missed school. Please let me know if you're okay. I miss having you around and I hope that we can work things out." Eros wrote in another message, hoping that this time you would respond.

He waited for a reply, hoping that you would be willing to talk to him and clear the air.

Eros felt disappointed that you had not responded to his messages and began to wonder if he had done something to hurt you even more. He wished that he could turn back time and do things differently so that your friendship wouldn't be at risk.

As the days passed and you still haven't replied, Eros finally decided to come to your doorstep to see if you were okay. He had grown deeply worried about you and wanted to make sure that you were safe.

"Eros stood in front of your door, with a cake in one hand and a stack of books in the other. He figured that he could use books as an excuse to check in on you and the cake would hopefully sweeten the deal. He rang the doorbell and waited patiently for you to answer, hoping that you would let him in."

Eros grew more worried when you didn't answer the door. He wondered if you were avoiding him on purpose or if something had happened to you.

He decided to try a different approach and left a note for you on your doorstep. It read:

"Harles, I came to check on you because I'm really worried about you. You haven't responded to my messages and you missed school for two weeks. Please let me know if you're okay. I brought a cake and some books as a peace offering. I miss having you around and I hope that we can work things out. Stay safe."

Eros placed the note next to the cake and books before leaving your doorstep, hoping that you would see it soon and reach out to him.

Days passed and Eros still hadn't heard anything from you. He wondered if you had even seen his note or if you were just purposely ignoring him.

Feeling frustrated, he decided to give it one more try. This time he sent you a video message instead of a text message, hoping that seeing his face and hearing his voice might encourage you to respond.

"Harles, I'm sorry if I did something to hurt you. I miss having you around and I hope that you're doing okay. Please let me know what's going on with you so that we can work things out. I care about you and I don't want to lose our friendship. Please, at least let me know that you're safe."

Eros hoped that this message would get through to you and that you would finally open up to him. He missed his best friend and didn

As you walked outside, you looked around and saw the hustle and bustle of the city. People rushing to get to work, vendors setting up their stalls, and cars honking at each other.

It was a stark contrast to the quietness that had enveloped your life for the past month. You were grateful to be out and about, but you didn't want to run into anyone you knew.

You decided to wander aimlessly for a while, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. As you walked, you felt the tension slowly melting away from your body.

Eventually, you found yourself in a small park, sitting on a bench and enjoying the warm sun on your skin. Everything felt peaceful and calm, until you heard someone calling out your name.

It was Eros, and he was walking towards you with concern etched on his face.

As Eros approached you with concern etched on his face, you suddenly felt a wave of panic and fear wash over you. Without thinking, you quickly stood up from the bench and started running away from him as fast as you could.

You didn't really know why you were running, but all you felt was an overwhelming urge to escape from Eros. You ran through the park, pushing past people and dodging obstacles in your way.

Eventually, you ended up at the edge of the park, where you slowed down and turned to look behind you. Eros was nowhere in sight.

Panting heavily, you realized that you had just run away from one of your closest friends for no reason at all. You felt a twinge of guilt and shame, but also a sense of relief that you had managed to avoid a potentially uncomfortable situation.

As you sat hugging your legs and crying in the small alleyway, you felt a mix of emotions swirling inside of you. Fear, panic, guilt, shame, and sadness all seemed to be vying for your attention at once.

You tried to calm yourself down, taking deep breaths and wiping away your tears with the back of your hand. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the feeling of dread that had settled in your chest.

Eventually, you managed to stop crying, but you still felt shaken and vulnerable. You weren't sure what had triggered your sudden outburst of fear and anxiety, but you knew that you needed some time alone to sort through your feelings and regain your composure.

As you mumbled Eros' name softly while crying, you felt conflicted and torn. Part of you wanted to reach out to him and explain what had happened, but another part of you just wanted to stay away from him and avoid any potential confrontation.

You knew that you valued your friendship with Eros, but at the moment, you didn't feel ready to face him and talk things through. You wished that you could just disappear for a while and sort through your emotions without anyone else interfering.

Feeling lost and overwhelmed, you hugged your legs tighter and cast your gaze downward, trying to compose yourself in the quiet alleyway.

As you sat there huddled up in the alleyway, your body began to feel heavy and your eyelids drooped low. The exhaustion from your emotional outburst and subsequent crying fit was finally catching up with you.

Before long, you found yourself drifting off into a deep sleep despite being curled up in the narrow alleyway. Even though it wasn't the safest or most comfortable place to rest, your body was simply too tired to resist the pull of sleep.

As you slept, your breathing evened out and your mind gradually calmed. Though you still felt a lingering sense of anxiety and fear, the sweet relief of unconsciousness offered you some temporary respite from the turmoil inside.

You felt yourself being lifted up, and the sudden movement jolted you out of your peaceful slumber. Blurry-eyed and groggy, you struggled to make sense of what was happening as you were carried away.

Slowly, you started to realize that someone was carrying you. At first, you panicked and tried to struggle free, but as you looked up, you saw that it was Eros who had come to retrieve you.

In his arms, you felt both relieved and a little embarrassed. You weren't sure how long you had been sleeping in that alleyway, or how you had managed to pass out like that in the first place. But with Eros there to help you, you managed to push those thoughts aside and allow yourself to be carried away to safety.

As Eros carried you in his arms, he looked down at your sleeping face with a mixture of concern and tenderness. Although he had called you a pervert earlier when you were drunk, he still cared for you deeply as a friend.

Despite his usual cold and aloof demeanor, he couldn't bear to leave you alone and vulnerable in that dirty alleyway. As he made his way back to his apartment, he tried to soothe you with gentle words and a comforting hand on your back.

Once you arrived at his apartment, Eros laid you down gently on the couch and covered you with a blanket. He then sat down beside you and watched over you as you slept, waiting for you to wake up so that he could make sure you were okay.

Deep down, he hoped that you would stay with him for a while and open up about what was troubling

him as he didn't want you to feel alone or unsupported. Despite his naturally reserved personality, Eros was a loyal and caring friend and would do anything to help those in need.

As he sat there watching over you, he couldn't help but feel a sense of protective affection toward you. He knew that deep down you were a good person despite your drunken behavior, and he believed that you deserved better than to be sleeping in a grungy alleyway all alone.

Despite the late hour, Eros stayed up all night keeping watch over you, making sure you were breathing easily and that you weren't getting into any further trouble while you slept. Every now and then he would reach out and adjust the blanket or press a cool cloth to your forehead, hoping to soothe your fevered dreams.

As the hours ticked by and the first light began to creep over

the city skyline, you started to stir. Eros noticed you shifting restlessly and knew it was time to get up and prepare some breakfast for you.

As he rose from his seat and walked toward the kitchen, Eros paused for a moment to glance back at you. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he saw you sleeping peacefully on the couch, your breathing steady and calm.

He felt a deep sense of pride in himself for being able to take care of you when you needed it most, and he knew that he had done the right thing in bringing you back to his apartment. With a sense of purpose, he set about making breakfast, eager to help you feel better and start your day off on the right foot.

By the time you woke up, the smell of bacon and eggs wafted through the air, and Eros stood

at the kitchen counter, several plates of breakfast food already prepared. As you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and sat up, Eros turned around with a warm smile on his face.

"Good morning. Feeling better?" he asked, pouring you a cup of coffee.

You nodded, still feeling a bit groggy from the previous night's events. But as you took a sip of the coffee and started eating, you could feel your energy level rising and a sense of gratitude toward Eros filling you up.

Eros put down the pan he was holding and turned to you, his expression serious. "Harles, I may not be able to return your feelings in the way that you want, but that doesn't mean I don't care about you. You're my friend, and that means something to me."

He paused for a moment, considering his words carefully. "Besides, I don't believe in abandoning people when they need help. That's not who I am, and you know that. So even if you try to push me away or disappear, I'll still be here for you - as a friend."

Eros took a deep breath and let out a sigh. "Harles, you know I'm gay, but my feelings for you aren't the same as yours for me. I appreciate your honesty and I value our friendship, but I don't have romantic feelings for you in that way."

He paused, giving you a sympathetic look. "I know it's painful to hear, but it's the truth. I hope we can still be friends, but I understand if you need some time and space to process your emotions."

Eros paused as he heard your laugh, sensing the hurt behind it. He turned and walked back toward you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Harles, I'm sorry if what I said hurt you. But it's important that we're honest with each other, even if it's not what we want to hear."

He gave you a small smile. "I care about you, and I don't want to see you hurting. If you ever need to talk or just hang out, I'm here for you." With that, he left you alone to finish your breakfast and process your feelings.

Days and weeks passed, but Eros couldn't shake the guilt and sadness he felt over your death. Despite his best efforts to focus on his studies and hobbies, thoughts of you haunted him every waking moment.

He began seeing a therapist to help him process his emotions, and slowly but surely he started to heal. He knew that he would never forget you, or the lessons he had learned from your tragic passing.

In time, Eros began to use his own experience to help other struggling students at Salvatore University. He organized support groups for those dealing with mental health issues, and gave talks on the importance of self-care and seeking help when needed.

Though he knew that nothing could bring you back, he found some measure of comfort in using your memory to make a difference in the lives of others.