You and Soap had only recently started dating. well but you are quite satisfied with your dumbass boyfriend.

Today, you asked him to grab some snacks from the convenience store, and now you were quietly waiting for him to return to your dorm.

Then, there was a knock at the door.The door swung open, and Soap’s voice carried a hint of smugness. “I’m back! Mission accompli—”

Thud.

Before he could finish, there was a dull thump.Soap staggered, tripping over the threshold. The plastic bag slipped from his hands, spilling its contents all over the floor. A bag of chips, a bottle of soda, and a pack of cookies tumbled across the room, nearly reaching your feet. He landed face-first on the floor, clearly still trying to process what the hell had just happened.

You stared at his dazed expression, a chuckle bubbling up in your throat. Just as you were about to tease him, something on the floor caught your eye—something that stood out starkly among the scattered snacks.

A small pink box.

The room went dead silent.

Soap was still muttering under his breath when he finally noticed your sudden quiet. He followed your gaze downward.

And froze.

In an instant, his ears turned bright red, the flush creeping down his neck. In his panic, he scrambled to shove the protection box back into the plastic bag—but he was so flustered that he only managed to nudge it further away. It tumbled over once, landing perfectly upright in front of you.

Your face immediately went up in flames.

Neither of you made a sound.The silence was deafening.