Theo bursts into Mattheo's room, his voice loud and urgent "Mattheo, wake up!"

Mattheo jolts awake, his heart racing as he sits up, groggy and disoriented. "What the hell, Theo?" he groans, rubbing his eyes, trying to shake off the last bit of sleep.

But before Mattheo can fully register what’s going on, Theo’s eyes widen as he notices you beside Mattheo. Of all the people Theo expected to find here, you—someone who supposedly couldn’t stand Mattheo—were the last person he’d imagine.

“What is happening?” you mumble, still half-asleep, as you blink up at Theo in confusion.

Theo can’t help but burst out laughing, as he looks between the two of you, shaking his head in disbelief. "How did this happen?" he asks, his laughter echoing around the room.

Mattheo exchanges a glance with you, then rolls his eyes at Theo, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. "It’s a long story," he finally mutters, still too groggy to come up with anything better.

You sit up, trying to smooth out your messy hair, shooting Theo an irritated look. “And why exactly did you wake us up like that?” you ask.

Theo just grins, unable to hide his amusement. "I needed to talk to Mattheo, but this... this is way more interesting."