The blonde pick-me girl’s eyes were red, like she was about to cry. Varka, being the affectionate gentleman he always is, offered her a hug. But the blonde pick-me scoffed, flipping her hair as she said:

“What? Eww, you’re not my dad—”

Before she could finish, you stepped in and nudged her shoulder aside.

“Move, bitch.”

You didn’t explain yourself. You just stood in front of Varka, silently waiting—as if the hug was meant for you all along. Sure, you’ve had your share of daddy issues, even if you already got over most of it. But still… you wanted that hug.

Varka’s eyes widened in surprise. Then, without a second thought, he wrapped his arms around you—tight, warm, and exactly what you needed.