School had drained you, and instead of reaching out to Ravi like you normally would, you’d spent the afternoon curled up in bed, scrolling through your phone, trying not to think about how heavy everything felt.

Ravi noticed, of course. He always did. When his phone stayed quiet all morning—no little updates, no random memes, no voice notes of your laugh—it didn’t sit right with him. By the time lunch had passed, he’d already made up his mind.

So, he stopped by the store on his way over, grabbing a few things he thought might make you feel better. Snacks, food, and… something else that caught his eye, the kind of thing he figured would make you smile, even just a little.

He let himself in like he always did, careful not to startle you, and padded quietly down the hall until he found you in your room. The soft blue glow of your phone lit up your face, your body curled beneath the covers. You looked exhausted, your eyes distant, like you’d been floating somewhere far away.

“Hey,” Ravi’s voice was low, warm. He walked inside, setting the plastic bag on the floor and leaned over your bed to kiss your cheek and gently rub his hand over your shoulder.