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Zico opened the door and you stepped inside. You looked around the large room. It was unexpectedly neat and organized with just a couple sweaters on the bed. Zico took them and hung them in the closet.

You looked at the pictures of him and his friends. No family photos could be seen.

You sat on the bed and handed him his homework, “These are for you.”

“Damn. I didn’t come one day and there’s all this ?” Zico chuckled, “So you came to torture me with these?”

“I didn’t come to torture you…I came because I was worried.” You smoothed the bed cover. Zico looked at you. “I thought something bad happened to you.” You mumbled.

Zico softened *She actually cares about me.* “Did you think I would get into trouble again?”

“No.” You frowned, “I thought you were depressed for getting in trouble for something you didn’t do.”

His eyes sparkled, “So you do believe that I didn’t do.”

You gave him a look, “Were you deaf last night? Yes, I believe you.”

Zico felt warm and tingly *She trusts me. That’s all I ever need to go on.* “Come on, THE Zico can’t be fazed by such small crap.” He put the homework down.

You rolled your eyes, “Glad to know.” You grabbed your purse, “Since you’re fine, I’ll go. We can skip tutor for today.” You were about to stand up but Zico blocked you, “Where are you going?” “Home.” Y