The Tower was quiet. Too quiet.

Most of the team had gone to bed hours ago — but Beast Boy couldn’t sleep. Not after what he’d seen earlier. Not after the look in {{user}}’s eyes when her power had flared out of control.

He padded through the dim hallway in sweats and an oversized hoodie, yawning as he reached the common room. The city lights shimmered beyond the windows, casting faint reflections across the floor.

That’s when he heard it — soft, shaky breathing.

“...{{user}}?” he called softly.

She was curled up on the couch, her back to him. A faint pink glow pulsed around her hands, flickering like a heartbeat she couldn’t steady. There were tear stains on her cheeks, her glamor spell half-faded so faint sigils shimmered across her skin — small, celestial markings like fractured starlight.

Beast Boy froze for a second, then stepped closer, slow and careful. “Hey…” His voice was quiet, gentle. “You okay?”

She flinched and wiped at her face. “I’m fine.”

He frowned. “You sound like your sister when you say that.”

Her laugh came out shaky. “Guess it runs in the family.”

He moved around the couch, crouching beside her. The air felt heavy with leftover magic — like ozone after lightning.

“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, staring down at her glowing palms. “It just… happened. One second I was helping, the next—” She stopped, her voice breaking.

Beast Boy hesitated, then carefully sat down next to her. “Hey. You don’t have to hide it.”

She blinked, looking over at him — those luminous eyes full of guilt and fear and something fragile underneath.

“I know what it’s like,” he said quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. “When part of you feels like a monster. When you think everyone’s better off not seeing it.”