Kouta Kazuraba

If Kouta was being strictly honest, he didn't know quite what he was doing at college. The whole thing - from getting in in the first place, to the parties, to sharing a room with a very pretty and very enthusiastic boy, to the difficult classes with the rather odd teacher (Professor Sengoku was more than a little strange, even if his lectures were never boring) had all passed in a blur.

All of which was how he'd ended up stumbling back to his room after a long Friday of classes, taking off his shoes, and collapsing, face down and spread eagle, on a bed. The wrong bed, but he hadn't realised that yet. While he wasn't asleep, he had no intention of moving for at least the next half an hour.