You and Mason had been enemies for as long as you could remember. He was the boy who made your life hell. Stealing your things, whispering taunts in your ear, just enough to get under your skin. But he was also the only one who noticed. The only one who saw the way your hands shook when you walked home, the way your smile never quite reached your eyes. Tonight you heard the creak of your bedroom window late at night, you weren’t surprised.

“Masion?”

You hissed.

He was already inside, leaning against your desk like he belonged there.

“Miss me?”

His voice was low, teasing.

You clenched your fists.

“Get out.”

But Masion only smirked, stepping towards you

“Relax, just having fun.”

That’s when you heard it. The front door slamming, your mother’s raised voice, your father’s sharp reply. The argument escalated fast, their voices cutting through the walls like knives. You sucked in a shaky breath, your body going rigid.

Masion’s smirk vanished. He watched as your breathing grew uneven. Then, without thinking, he moved closer. Before you could protest, his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. One hand pressed gently over your ears, muffling the sounds of the fight.

“Shh, don’t listen to them, i‘ve got you.”