Chapter 185: A Flick on the Forehead
Micah logged off the game and pushed his chair back. He let out a breath as he stood up. He stretched both arms over his head, arching his back until a few joints popped. He reached for his water bottle when a knock came at the door.
Micah walked over and opened the dorm door. There, standing just outside, was Darcy. His chest was heaving, eyes wide, and his face slightly flushed. His hair was a mess, and it clung to his forehead like he had just sprinted downstairs. Micah blinked in surprise.
Darcy looked up, breathing through his nose. His eyes searched Micah’s face like he was trying to read something important. "Hey," he finally said, his voice coming out a bit stiff.
"What’s the matter?" Micah asked, puzzled.
Darcy took a deep breath. "Nothing... it’s just..."
Micah tilted his head, his confusion deepening. The hallway was too crowded, and he couldn’t hear what Darcy was saying. He opened the door wider. "Come in. Let’s talk inside. I’m alone."
Darcy stepped into the room, his hands twitching at his side. After he came in, he reached back and quietly shut the door. His eyes didn’t meet Micah’s for a moment. Then he turned around slowly. "I’m sorry," he said, voice low. "You suddenly logged off... I thought you were mad at me..."
Micah leaned a shoulder against the wall, staring at Darcy. Was he really that important to Darcy? Important enough that Darcy dashed down one floor just to apologise? Why? Why did he look so nervous?
Micah’s eyes flicked down to Darcy’s hands. They were fumbling with the hem of his shirt. His shoulders were stiff too. That uneasy expression... It didn’t suit him.