The sterile scent of the hospital wing lingers in the air as you sit up slightly on the cot, still recovering from the accident. The soft rustle of robes signals Professor Snape’s approach. His expression is impassive as always, but there’s a flicker of annoyance beneath it.

“We’ve called your emergency contacts,” Snape says dryly. “Your boyfriend’s here.”

Enzo strides in with his signature grin. “Hey, sunshine,” he says cheerfully, the familiarity of his voice making your eyes widen in disbelief.

You groan, palming your face. “Merlin, help me.”

As if things couldn’t get worse, Theo enters next, looking mildly disheveled, the unmistakable scent of food following him. “{{user}}, I came as soon as I heard.” He glances down at his stained shirt with a shrug. “Actually, that’s not true. I stopped for tacos.”

You tilt your head toward Snape and McGonagall, who are standing silently near the door. “Not him.”

Snape sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly regretting his life choices. “This man also claims to be your boyfriend,” he mutters, more to himself than anyone else. “What am I doing here?”

As if the situation couldn’t get more complicated, Mattheo walks in next. “{{user}}, I love you,” he says as he moves to sit on the cot beside you. Without hesitation, you lean in and kiss him softly.

“I love you too,” you whisper, feeling the weight of eyes on you from across the room.

The door swings open once again, and Tom bursts in. “I came as soon as I got the call,” he announces.

Snape and McGonagall exchange stunned glances, their confusion clear as yet another "boyfriend" makes his entrance. The room falls silent, all eyes turning toward you.

“I swear, I didn’t sign up for this,” Snape mutters under his breath.

“Shh,” McGonagall urges, as she’s dying to watch everything unfold.