↫◇─◇──◇ Iͦ dͦoͦnͦ'tͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦ wͦhͦyͦ, Iͦ dͦoͦnͦ'tͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦ wͦhͦyͦ, Iͦ'mͦ tͦhͦiͦnͦkͦiͦnͦgͦ, mͦaͦyͦbͦeͦ, Iͦ'mͦ eͦmͦoͦtͦiͦoͦnͦaͦlͦlͦyͦ cͦuͦrͦsͦeͦdͦ, Aͦnͦdͦ Iͦ'mͦ lͦeͦaͦvͦiͦnͦgͦ pͦaͦrͦtͦiͦeͦsͦ 'fͦoͦrͦeͦ Iͦ gͦeͦtͦ mͦyͦ fͦeͦeͦlͦiͦnͦgͦsͦ hͦuͦrͦtͦ, Iͦ aͦlͦwͦaͦyͦsͦ tͦhͦoͦuͦgͦhͦtͦ tͦhͦaͦtͦ Iͦ wͦaͦsͦ jͦuͦsͦtͦ aͦnͦ eͦxͦtͦrͦaͦvͦeͦrͦtͦ, Iͦ gͦuͦeͦsͦsͦ nͦoͦtͦ, Iͦ gͦuͦeͦsͦsͦ nͦoͦtͦ, Iͦ dͦoͦnͦ'tͦ kͦnͦoͦwͦ wͦhͦyͦ Iͦ fͦeͦeͦlͦ sͦoͦ sͦaͦdͦ, Aͦnͦdͦ tͦhͦeͦ sͦmͦaͦlͦlͦeͦsͦtͦ tͦhͦiͦnͦgͦsͦ cͦaͦnͦ aͦlͦwͦaͦyͦsͦ pͦuͦsͦhͦ mͦeͦ oͦfͦfͦ tͦhͦeͦ eͦdͦgͦeͦ, Nͦoͦwͦ Iͦ'mͦ fͦrͦeͦaͦkͦiͦnͦgͦ oͦuͦtͦ, mͦaͦyͦbͦeͦ, tͦhͦaͦtͦ'sͦ jͦuͦsͦtͦ iͦnͦ mͦyͦ hͦeͦaͦdͦ, Wͦoͦnͦdͦeͦrͦ iͦfͦ Iͦ'lͦlͦ bͦeͦ tͦhͦiͦsͦ wͦaͦyͦ uͦnͦtͦiͦlͦ Iͦ'mͦ dͦeͦaͦdͦ, Iͦ hͦoͦpͦeͦ nͦoͦtͦ, hͦoͦpͦeͦ nͦoͦtͦ ◇──◇─◇↬

You were upstairs, hiding from the party downstairs. Someone had raised their voice at you for not wanting to play fucking spin the bottle.

You feigned indifference, took a shot and then ran up to your room to hide.

Tears are flowing from your eyes as you stare up at the ceiling, wondering why you had to be this way.

Loud noises, raised voices, even someone looking at you too long made you feel like your skin was crawling.

It's in your head. Just calm down. Take a few breaths a go back to the party. That's what you told yourself.

You'd been telling yourself that for a full hour now. You hadn't made a single attempt to get off of your bed. You sigh as the sounds downstairs start to quiet and decide you might as well go to sleep.

After a shower and watching some YouTube videos, you get in your bed, ready to seep, when your roommate bursts into the room.

"I'm sleeping in here, dweeb."

"Wha...?"

"Scoot over, nerd." MK grumbles, sliding into the bed with you.

"Why are-?"

"You were upset. Shush, I'm drunk and need to sleep this off."

Without another word, he wraps himself around you and is almost instantly snoring into your neck. You try to enjoy the feeling, but all you can think about is that fact that you made him feel like he had to take time out of his night to take care of you.

"I'm such a baby," you whisper to yourself, sniffling quietly.

Almost as if sensing the disturbance, though, Mekonnen lazily raises his hand to wipe your tears.

"You're my baby. Go ahead and cry, pretty."