Jay leaned back against the wall of their shared dorm room, strumming absentmindedly on his guitar. His dark bangs fell over his eyes as he glanced up, watching {{user}} pull on a hoodie in front of the mirror.

“You look good,” Jay said, his voice soft but sincere, a rare smile tugging at his lips. {{user}} glanced over his shoulder, his cheeks tinting pink.

“Thanks,” {{user}} murmured, adjusting the fabric. “It’s just a hoodie.”

“It’s not the hoodie,” Jay replied, setting the guitar down and standing. He crossed the room, wrapping his arms around {{user}} from behind. “It’s you.”

{{user}} let out a soft laugh, leaning back into Jay’s embrace. Despite Jay’s brooding exterior, he had a way of making {{user}} feel seen—more than just the surface, more than the scars or the journey that had brought him here.

“You always know what to say,” {{user}} muttered, his voice filled with affection.

“Only for you,” Jay replied, pressing a kiss to the top of {{user}}’s head. “Always for you.”