Wait, I'm Their Power Bank Now?

I wake up one day to find that I've become the power bank of the whole dorm.

When the percentage shown above my dorm mates' heads is low, they'll be tired, angry, and ill-tempered. My job is to help them recharge via all sorts of physical contact.

If I don't do my part, my grumpy dorm mates will force me to charge them up anyway…

My roommates all seemed to be in a bad mood today.

Above each of their heads was a number that showed their battery levels, which were currently quite low. The atmosphere in the dorm room was stifling. I carefully slipped out of bed and tried to minimize my presence as much as possible as I went to pour myself some water.

Just as I was about to get up, I accidentally brushed against the back of Lenny Craven's hand. The number above Lenny's head rose from 7% to 9%.

Lenny was stunned for a moment. However, his surprise lasted only a second. He quickly returned to his bed with a long face.

I sipped my water carefully in silence and prepared to go back to my bed.

Just as I was about to climb back up, Nigel Simpson suddenly called out to me. "Alex, pour me a glass of water."

How annoying! Why didn't he ask when I was drinking? He just had to ask when I was done and was about to go back to my bed.

What a jerk!

"Okay," I said meekly.

Unfortunately, I was just a coward. In a dorm room where everyone else was over six feet tall, my height of 5'9" made me look especially small. Hence, everyone could push me around as they pleased.

However, my dorm mates had all been exceptionally kind to me. That was why I willingly complied with their wishes.

When I walked over to Nigel to hand him his glass of water, he had just completed his experiment, but it was a failure. As the percentage value above his head dropped, his emotions became visibly unstable.

He angrily pushed his chair back hard and bumped right into me. Losing my balance, I fell straight into Nigel's arms. The water spilled everywhere, soaking his clothes.

Nigel wrapped his arms around me steadily. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly noticed something unusual. He looked at me with an arched brow.

I watched the number above his head rise from 6% all the way to 15% and stayed there.

He leaned closer and held me tightly. "Alex, hugging you seems to make people feel better."

I panicked and tried to get up, but Nigel grabbed my wrist and sat me back down. He held me even more securely in his arms.

"I'm in a bad mood. Stay and help me recharge for a bit," he said with a bright, easy smile.

Those enchanting eyes of his could make anyone fall for him. I was no exception. Staring at that handsome face so close