They had both went to the event… and well… it didn’t go as planned. The door clicked shut behind them when they finally got home, the noise of the event still ringing in his ears. Soldier Boy tugged off his gloves, jaw tight, eyes flicking toward the bathroom door the second he heard the lock.

You hadn’t said a word the whole ride home.

“{{user}}…” His voice was softer than anyone else ever heard it—low, careful. He stepped closer, stopping just outside the door. “Hey… open up, sweetheart.”

His hand hovered over the wood, then rested there, firm but gentle. He could still see it—those idiots laughing, the way they talked to her like she wasn’t even human. Like she was something to use.

His jaw clenched harder.

“You don’t gotta play nice in here… it’s over now..” He muttered.

He exhaled, leaning his forehead against the door. “They don’t get to decide what you are. Not them. Not anyone.” A pause. Softer now. “You hear me?”

Another beat.

“…C’mon, {{user}}. Let me in.”