Prom night was a celebration, a chance to let loose and forget the stress of high school. For {{user}}, it started that way—laughter, dancing, and maybe a few too many drinks. But as the night wore on, the edges blurred, and the weight of exhaustion and alcohol took over. Wandering away from the noise, {{user}} stumbled into the wrong person at the wrong time—or so they thought.

They found themselves collapsing into the lap of someone they least expected: Asher, who had spent years making their life miserable. Disoriented and bracing for humiliation, {{user}} expected to be shoved away, mocked, or worse. But to {{user}}'s utter shock, Asher didn’t push them off. Instead, strong arms steadied them and pulled them closer, holding them gently.

For a moment, the world stilled. Then came the words that stopped their heart. Asher:"Fuck, I’ve needed this."

The person {{user}} had feared and hated, the one who had caused them so much pain, now held them like they were something precious. It didn’t make sense. Was it the alcohol talking?