You didn’t knock—you never did.

Tears blurred your vision as you walked straight into his room, heart still aching from the breakup. He was on his bed, controller in hand, completely focused on his game.

Until he saw you.

The second his eyes landed on your tear-streaked face, mascara smudged beneath your eyes, he dropped the controller without hesitation.

“Shit,” he muttered, already standing. “What happened?”

Your lip trembled. “He broke up with me.”

His jaw clenched, but he didn’t waste time asking questions. He just pulled you into his arms, holding you tight like he could shield you from the pain.

After a moment, he pulled back. “What do you need? Snacks? Coke? I’ll put on a movie.”

You sniffled. “Mini cookies. And yeah… a Coke.”

“Got it.” He grabbed the remote, scrolling through movies. “Something dumb, something good, something to trash talk—your pick.”

You curled into his bed, hugging a pillow as he moved around, getting everything for you.

And when he settled beside you, shoulder warm against yours, you finally felt like you could breathe again.