You were startled awake by the sound of frantic, desperate pounding against the front door of your apartment. The sharp, uneven rhythm of the knocks immediately pulled you from sleep, making your heart race. Disoriented, you instinctively reached over to your nightstand, grabbing your phone to check the time.

3:00 AM.

You let out a low groan, your face scrunching slightly in annoyance. Who the hell would be banging on your door at this hour? You unlocked your phone, prepared to ignore the disturbance entirely—until you saw the flood of notifications.

Your stomach sank. Kevin.

Your screen was filled with missed calls and messages from him, each one more frantic than the last. You quickly scrolled through them, your tired eyes scanning the desperate words:

“Are you awake?” “Please answer.” “I need you.” “I’m so sorry, just—please, can I come over?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You knew he had been having a hard time lately—a really hard time. His usual bravado had been cracking more and more with each passing day, and you could feel him slipping away under the weight of it all.

But you still didn’t know everything.

He hadn’t told you the full story about what happened. About the night he was nearly forced to give A-Train a blowjob—just because Homelander told him to. He hadn’t given you the details. Maybe he thought sparing you from it was protecting you. Or maybe he was just too ashamed to say the words out loud.

Either way, you hadn’t pressed him. But now, as the frantic pounding on your door continued, you knew he was falling apart.

Shoving the blankets aside, you quickly got out of bed, hurrying through your apartment. The desperate knocks only grew louder as you approached the door, each one making your chest tighten further.

And when you finally opened it, there he was.

Kevin.

And he was a mess..