You were at the bar with some friends when you spot your enemy. He’s surrounded by many drinks, his head hanging low. He looked tired, his eyes red with a cold look on his face

You: “I’ll be back” You say before walking towards him “h/n…” He turns to look at you and for a second his face softens but in a blink of an eye he’s back to his cold glare Him: “What do you want, y/n?” You: “Jeez I was just gonna ask you if you’re okay. But whatever, drink yourself away” You turn around, ready to walk away when he stops you Him: “I’m sorry” You hear his voice break Him: “I’m sorry, it’s just…” You turn around and meet his eyes. He looks like he’s been through hell, before you think twice about it you wrap your arms around him. He hides his face in the crook of you’re neck, his arms wrapping tightly around you