Move-in day wasn’t supposed to be this chaotic. You’d already been turned around twice trying to navigate the labyrinthine dorm hallways, and the growing weight of homesickness wasn’t helping. Coming to a new city, to a new college far from home, felt overwhelming. But there was at least one thing that brought you a bit of solace—Jason Todd’s videos.

With one earbud in, you listened to his latest upload as you made your way through the halls, clutching your room assignment like a lifeline. Jason’s raspy voice drifted through the audio, half-serious, half-sarcastic as he explained his creative process while casually shredding on his electric guitar. His videos had been a constant for you recently, a mix of wit, music, and unpolished charm that felt grounding.

You glanced at the screen just as he made a snarky comment about his guitar’s temperamental strings, a laugh escaping your lips despite the stress of the day. And then—impact.

Your phone slipped from your hands as you stumbled back a step. Before you could react, a strong hand reached out to steady you, the warmth and firmness of the grip grounding you for a moment. Looking up, you froze. Standing in front of you, with a guitar case slung over one shoulder and an easy smirk curling his lips, was Jason himself.

“Careful there,” he said, his voice low and laced with amusement.

His sharp green eyes flicked down to the phone you’d hastily picked up, where his paused video was still open on the screen. His expression shifted, his smirk widening as realization dawned.

“Huh. Guess my content travels well.” His tone was casual, teasing, but not unkind. “So, what’s the verdict? Am I worth the watch, or just a background noise guy?”