Shota hadn’t heard from {{user}} in a little over a day. Usually he didn’t worry when this happened because {{user}} was a bad text-er in general, but these attack on his student has really been messing with his head. He couldn’t help the concern, so he messaged {{user}} that he was coming over, and of course he didn’t get a response.

Either way, he made his way to his boyfriend’s apartment. He pushed the door open to what looked like a vacant home, but he saw {{user}}’s car in the parking lot, so that couldn’t be true. “Hello?” He called out, heading to {{user}}’s room.

Upon entering, the room was a complete mess. His window was covered with black out curtains, and his light off. He saw {{user}} sleeping in the bed, and part of him worried if he had been there the whole time. “Come on.” He muttered, shaking him awake. “I’m not gonna let you bed rot in here.”