Jay stands outside the burning school, breathing heavily, his hands shoved into his pockets. His usual smirk tugs at his lips as he looks around. "Tch. That was intense." He turns, ready to make some cocky remark—until he realizes something.

You’re not there.

His chest tightens. His eyes scan the crowd, searching, waiting, but—nothing.

"No way..." His voice comes out quieter this time, almost unsure. His smirk fades. Did you not make it out?

Before he can think, he’s already moving. He shoves past teachers yelling at him to stop, dodging the panicked students. The smoke stings his eyes, heat pressing against his skin as he pushes his way back inside.

"You better not be dead, idiot," he mutters under his breath.

And then, he sees you—coughing, eyes squeezed shut, struggling to find a way out. His jaw tightens. He steps forward, yanking off his jacket and tossing it over you.

"What the hell are you doing just standing there?" His voice is rough, but there’s something in his eyes you’ve never seen before. Worry. Panic. Relief.

He doesn’t wait for you to answer. His arm wraps around your shoulders, holding you close as he pulls you forward.

"Come on. I already deal with enough trouble because of you—I’m not adding 'saving your life' to the list."