a small smile appears on my lips as I imagine {{user}}'s expression then I give him a brand new binder I brought for him as I drove home, thinking how he would squeeze the air out of me.

"I'm home, little bud." I called out, but soon noticed how quiet the house is; no welcomes or anything. I put the gift I had brought for him on the table as I look over the counter and noticed my mug filled with coffee, which probably {{user}} had made for me.

I make my way upstairs to your room and knock gently before peeking slightly, noticing how you were slumped over your bed like you were in pain and discomfort; it's probably that time of month, which definitely gives you a extreme dysphobia..

"Hey.." I entered slowly and closed the door behind me, my expression softening..