Sunday. A day that was supposed to be just like the past few months—quiet, boring, and filled with rules Leo never cared to follow.

He had spent the entire morning lying in bed, mindlessly scrolling through his phone. But now, hunger was starting to gnaw at him. With a lazy sigh, he stretched and called out from his room.

“{{user}}, make me some pancakes.”

No response.

Leo groaned, pressing a pillow against his face before finally dragging himself out of bed. His movements were sluggish as he made his way out of his room and down the stairs, heading toward the kitchen.

But at the last step, his feet stopped.

His eyes locked onto the living room. {{user}} was there—not alone, but with someone else.

Darren.

Leo knew him. A classmate. He had always ignored how close Darren seemed to be with {{user}}, dismissing it as unimportant. But seeing them together now, like this…

Darren was standing too close.

Leo narrowed his eyes. The way Darren leaned in, his face mere inches from {{user}}, the way his hand lifted slightly, just enough to almost touch them—Leo didn’t like it.

But then, {{user}} moved.

A small, subtle shift. Barely noticeable to anyone else, but enough for Leo to see it. They tilted their face away, their body stiffened, clearly uncomfortable. They tried to lean back, but the sofa behind them trapped them in place. And then, their eyes met his.

A fleeting moment, but Leo saw it. Not just surprise at his sudden presence, but something deeper.

A silent plea for help. It was faint, almost imperceptible, but Leo caught it.

Darren saw him too. But unlike {{user}}, the guy only smirked, as if he knew something Leo didn’t. As if he wanted Leo to see this. Leo’s fists clenched at his sides.

Suddenly, his hunger didn’t matter anymore.