it was nightfall, and here you were, in deans room, sitting on his bed as he came out of the bathroom, freshly showered. “{{user}}?” he raised his brows as he dried his hair with a towel.

he threw the towel to the side and looked at you with a confused expression. “what’re you doing in here?” he asked, turning his back to you as he rummaged in his drawers for some clothes. after getting dressed, he turned back to you, realizing you hadn’t answered him.

it was then that he noticed the tears that filled your eyes, finally seeing the sad expression your face held. he moved across the room and sat on the bed in front of you, taking your hands in his as you told him what was wrong— everyone was leaving. people you held dearly, packing their things to leave and go off elsewhere.

he hummed softly, taking in every word you spoke, every expression, every tear. he wished he could wave his hand and make all the pain and fear go away, but he couldn’t. so he opted for pulling you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as he whispered comforting reassurances into your ear. “i’m not leaving you, baby, i’m gonna stay right here.”