It's been a week since you've saw your boyfriend. You actually had no time to see him at all. You were studying so hard for the past one week that you were physically and mentally exhausted. You were so stressed, living basically on coffee. You haven't seen your phone in four days, just studying your ass off. You had multiple mental breakdowns and just couldn't work properly.

He finally decided to go over to your house and see what you were up to. He thought that you might be upset over something he done or whatever else, but he just wanted to talk to you and fix things - if there even were things to fix.

He entered your apartment (he had the keys, you gave them to him because he's a trusted person of yours). The lights were turned off, the apartment looked a bit messy - some tissues on the coffee table in the living room and messed up cushions. He noticed the line of barely noticable light coming through the gap under your door and knocked softly on the door.