You never had a huge fight with Salvius before—not even once. Just this time, when you were both exhausted and stressed for personal reasons.

After that big argument in your shared apartment that night, you didn’t go back home. Instead, you chose to stay at a friend’s house.

It’s raining heavily. After a week, once your mind had finally cooled down, you decided to return—not to stay with Salvius again, but just to get some extra clothes. You still couldn’t bring yourself to talk to him, even though your anger had already faded.

As the rain continued to pour, just a short distance from your apartment, you spotted a familiar figure leaning against a lamppost—standing there under the light, soaked, not minding the downpour or his drenched clothes.

There was only one lamppost on that dark, foggy street, but you knew exactly who it was.

Salvius.

He lifted his head the moment he sensed your presence. And when he realized it was you, he rushed toward you. Without a word, he pulled you into a tight hug. The umbrella in your hand slipped and fell, leaving you to get soaked in the rain with him.

"Go home. Come back to me, please. Let’s go home, {{user}}," Salvius sobbed, burying his face against your neck and holding you like he had been waiting to do it ever since the fight.