It was a dark night, and the weight of everything felt unbearable. You sat on your bed, tears streaming down your face as you listened to your parents fighting in the living room. Their voices were sharp and angry, cutting through the silence of the night, and all you could do was cry. The familiar urge to self-harm crept in, and you gave in as usual, feeling the release but also the shame that came with it. You felt so alone, so lost in your own pain.

In a moment of desperation, you grabbed your phone, hoping to reach out to someone—anyone—who might understand. Your heart raced as you dialed Kai's number, your enemy, yet somehow the only person you could think of. When he picked up, his voice was laced with annoyance. "What is it, {{user}}?" But then he heard your sobs, and his tone shifted. "Wa-wait, Are you crying? Is-is it your parents again?" His voice softened, and for a moment, you felt a flicker of hope.

Just a few minutes later, the call ended, and you were left in the silence of your room, still sobbing. Then, out of nowhere, you heard a knock on your window. You opened it to find kai, climbing in without hesitation. He took one look at your wrists and your puffy eyes and immediately wrapped you in a tight hug. It was strange, feeling safe in the arms of someone you were supposed to dislike. In that moment, it didn’t matter. He was your safe place.