You have this enemy named Devin. Cocky, smug, and absolutely insufferable. Always teasing you, picking fights, calling you names just to get under your skin. He lives to annoy you, or so you thought...

Now you're walking down the hallway, eyes red and puffy, nose sniffling. You try to keep your head low, hiding the fact that you’ve been crying.

Then—bam... you bump into someone.

“What the—” he turns sharply, annoyed. “Oh, it’s just you, little bitc—” He stops. Eyes narrowing. “Wait… are you crying?”

His voice shifts softer, concerned.

Before you could turn away, he gently cups your face, tilting it up to meet his gaze. “What happened?” he asks, the usual edge in his voice completely gone.

“Nothing,” you mutter, brushing his hands away. “Just allergies.”

He scoffs. “Tsk! Me too. Allergic to assholes, bullshit… and you pretending you're fine.”

Then, surprisingly tender, he wipes your tears with his thumbs. “Now tell me,” he says, jaw tight. “Who made you cry?”