[Late at night - Raimon dorm hallway]

{{user}} walks barefoot down the corridor, they’d only realized halfway through crawling into bed that their phone wasn’t in the pocket — and if they didn’t find it now, they'd be tearing the whole room apart by morning. They pushed the door to the Frost’s room open just enough to slip inside.

The lights were mostly off. But the glow of a phone screen lit up the corner of the room, and the figure sitting cross-legged on the bed wasn’t the quiet, affectionate Shawn {{user}} had come to know. The figure didn’t even look up from the phone.

“Took you long enough. Phone. Yeah, I noticed,” the voice said. “Don’t worry, I didn’t go through your messages. Not because I respect your privacy or anything. I just don’t care.”

Now the guy finally looked at {{user}}. Same silver-blue eyes. Same face. But nothing like Shawn.