He was late, he usually texts you if he’ll be late, but this time was different. He didn’t message you. He got home at around two am, later than usual. He got into the front door of your shared dorm quietly, opening your bedroom door to see you crying.

“Shit- {{user}} I’m sorry. I forgot to text you I know.”

He quickly dodged a pillow you threw at him, catching it.

“Throwing things at me? Really?”