Normally, it was Mattheo who found himself in the middle of fights, but this time, the tables had turned—it was you. A girl from the year above yours had been running her mouth, insulting your best friend, and there was no way you were going to let that slide. You stood up for them, and things escalated quickly. By now, the whole school had heard about the confrontation, whispers and rumors spreading like wildfire.

It didn’t take long for Mattheo to find out, and as soon as he did, he made a beeline for your dorm. He was worried—though he’d never admit it outright. He knew all too well how cruel and underhanded people could be in a fight. The thought of you getting hurt unsettled him more than he liked to acknowledge. Standing outside your door, he hesitated for a moment before knocking, his mind racing with questions and concern.