After Senri left I decided to listen to some music to help me calm down and think about everything that's happened over the past few days. I heard a soft knock at the door followed by a voice,

"Hey, (Y/N). It's March, can I come in?"

He asked from the other side of the door. I paused my music and turned towards the closed door,

"Sure."

I replied, sitting up as the door opened to reveal March standing there with a tray of food in his hands and his book bag slung over his shoulder,

"I thought you might be hungry, so I brought you this."

He set the tray down on the nightstand. It had (favorite snack) and (favorite drink). I smiled at him,

"Thank you very much. I appreciate it."

I said as I took a sip of the drink. March smiled in response and sat down on the bed so his was in front of me,

"I know Jackson and Senri already apologized, but I'm sorry about before. I was being an ass and I shouldn't have been. I was worried about you and I let my anger get the better of me."

He said, sincerity in his eyes as he looked at me. I knew he meant it, but it did bother me that he didn't have a better reign on his anger,

"How come you're always so angry about stuff?"

I asked bluntly, not sure how to be polite in my line of questioning. He laughed slightly at my directness before responding,

"I'm not really sure. Maybe it's because when I was younger I was surrounded by anger. I was always a disappointment in my parent's eyes. They're high profile doctors and I never wanted that life. I enjoyed dancing and more musically inclined endeavors. That's how Jackson and I met, actually. He was a DJ for the underground and street dancers I ran with. I was always sneaking out to dance and perform with the others. Eventually, when Jackson and I were closer, he and I would write songs together. I'd write the lyrics and he'd put music to it and bring it all to life."

A smile made it's way onto March's face as he talked about the time he spend with Jackson. I could tell those memories meant the world to him as he continued,

"The time I spent as a dancer was probably the happiest time of my life. But, what goes up must come down."

He said, his tone hardening as he spoke,

"One night when I was out dancing, my little brother found out. He had secretly recorded it and showed it to my parents. When I came home they were waiting for me in my room. My father was the first to explode at me. He kept saying how I was humiliating him and how I had no respect for the family name. My mother was no better. She slapped me across the face and went on a rant about how she and my father gave me this great life and they didn't work hard so I could piss my life away as a dancer. I remember my brother watching from the hallway, the smile on his face was sadistic as he watched our parents go after me mercilessly. He was always bitterly jealous that  our parents chose to leave everything to me after my older brother left to travel abroad. After that they put bars on my window and took my bedroom door off its hinges so that not only could I no longer sneak out, but they could watch me and make sure that I was doing what they wanted. They didn't care about who I wanted to be or what I wanted in life. They didn't care about my dreams and aspirations, they only cared about making me the perfect son that they could show off to their shallow socialite friends. I can't pin down the exact moment it started, but I grew to hate them and my brother. I was so angry all the time because I felt so oppressed. I wasn't allowed to eat unless I could pass some type of medical quiz that my parents would make me do. They said it was encouragement to study, but it just made me angrier and angrier."

I reached forward and took his hands in mine, squeezing them for reassurance,

"You can stop if you want, March. This must be hard for you."

I said comfortingly to the teen in front of me. He squeezed my hands back,

"No, I need to say this. I haven't discussed this with anyone before and if I stop now I'll never be able to do it again."

He said quietly, a drastic change from the anger radiating off of him a minute ago. I smiled warmly at him as he continued,

"One night it got bad. Really bad. My parents and I were arguing about me being a doctor. I told them I didn't want to and that they could go to hell. My father...he was so angry. He punched me and told me I was no longer his son. Then he stormed off and I grabbed my bag from my room and walked out the front door. The last thing I heard my parents tell me was that if I walked out that door I should never come back."

March squeezed my hands tightly as he told me this painful memory,

"I'm so sorry."

I whispered, not really knowing what to tell him.  I could feel my heart breaking as he spoke about his past and I wanted to help him,

"Your parents never should have treated you that way. How can they even call themselves parents?"

I hissed angrily, I understood how awful it could be to feel like your parents don't love you--that they don't care about you. March ran his thumb over the back of my hand in an attempt to calm me,

"Eventually I found Jackson and told him what my father had told me. He told me about the idea he and the others had for the house and introduced me to Senri. He and I pooled our money together and bought this house for the five of us. We've been here ever since."

He finished, looking up at me so his burnt orange eyes met my (E/C) ones,

"The only time I've heard from them since is when they called to basically tell me that they're disowning me and giving my brother everything. When you came to see me that day, I was all of my anger just bubbled over and I took it out on you, wrongfully so. I'm so sorry I hurt you and I'm so sorry I've hurt the others because of my anger."

One of his hands moved to cup the side of my face,

"I don't know what it is about you, but you make my anger fade more and more whenever I'm with you. I feel more like myself when I'm with you."

He pulled me close to him and wrapped his arms around me tightly,

"Please don't leave me, (Y/N), don't abandon me like they did."

He said quietly, his voice that of a scared child who wants protection from all the evil in this world. I wrapped my arms around him and held him in a gentle embrace,

"I'm not going anywhere, March. I'm right here."

I said soothingly. I knew I had to get out of this house, but March needed this and a comforting lie was better in this moment. I heard him sigh in relief as he held me,

"March?"

I asked, causing him to hum in response before I continued,

"Why'd you bring your bag?"

I asked him, causing the boy to pull away and look at the bag in question,

"Oh, I was going to bring you the assignments you missed and offer to help you with them."

He said as he opened up his bag and handed me the assignments from my various classes. I didn't have much to do, but I was still mildly annoyed by it,

"For anatomy we had to label the bones in the hand and for forensics it looks like you have to look at the picture of the fake crime scene and give your best guess as to what happened based on the forensic evidence."

He explained as I looked over the two assignments. I nodded in understanding,

"If it's okay with you, I wouldn't mind if you helped with the anatomy assignment. I understand if you don't want to, though."

I said, prompting March to shake his head,

"Oh no I don't mind. If it means I get to spend time with you, I'd love to help."

He said flirtily, sending me a wink. I laughed at his antics, glad he seemed happier,

"I'd have never thought of you as a flirt."

I joked, causing March to look at me seriously,

"That's because I'm not. I only have eyes for you."

He said, causing me to smirk playfully,

"So does that mean you'll help me?"

I asked, a hopeful smile on my face. He nodded,

"Of course. Let's get started."

~~~~~~(Time skip brought to you by the monster under your bed)~~~~~~~~

After about two hours we finished up the anatomy assignment and the forensics assignment. Even though he wasn't in forensics with me, he had fun helping me out as we both tried to outdo each other with crazy scenarios behind what happened,

"No no no, it was Samara from The Ring. She crawled out of the tv and she drowned the guy in the fish tank, which explains the water on the floor."

March explained, making me burst out laughing,

"No way! This guy had a kid, right? Well, what if his kid is like Andy from Child's Play and he had a murderous doll that chased him around the house and killed him by tripping him and making him hit his head on the tank? Then, Chucky used his superhuman doll strength to lift the guy up and drown him in the fish tank!"

I exclaimed, making us both burst out laughing. Once I had calmed down a bit, I saw March was staring at me with a small smile,

"What?"

I asked, unsure why he was suddenly staring at me. He scooted closer and looked deeply into my eyes,

"You're beautiful."

He whispered, leaning in and placing a kiss on my lips. He placed his hand behind my head to hold me in place as he kissed me softly, not something I expected from him. Before I could really react he pulled away and looked at the clock on my nightstand,

"It's getting late, you should get some rest. We can continue this later."

He leaned forward and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead, smirking at how confused I looked,

"Sweet dreams, Beautiful."

He whispered to me as he got up, taking the now empty tray of food and his book bag with him, and made his way out of my room. He quietly shut the door behind him. I blinked a few times in confusion. It's almost like after he told me about his past he became a different person. He seemed kinder, more light hearted, more at peace with himself,

"Is this who March really is? Or am I irresistible?"

I wondered aloud, laughing to myself as I gathered up the two assignments and stuffed them into my bag before climbing back into bed, thinking about March and Senri's odd behavior. Part of me wanted to brush it off, but deep down I knew this was no coincidence.