You walk into your room, eyes heavy with exhaustion and shoulders slumped from carrying the weight of your parents' words. But as you step inside, you freeze. The walls—every inch of them—are covered in colorful post-it notes. Words scrawled across them in different handwriting: "You are brilliant," "You are kind," "You are loved," "You are enough."

Your breath catches in your throat as you take a hesitant step forward.

"What's this…?" you ask softly, your voice trembling.

Mattheo steps forward, his usual smirk replaced with something softer. "You are enough, princess."

"You are enough, tesoro," Theo adds, his voice smooth and warm, like honey, with a reassuring smile on his lips.*

Tom’s piercing gaze softens just slightly as he speaks. "You are enough, doll."

Enzo, ever the charmer, gives you one of his signature grins. "You are enough, darling."

Draco’s voice is steady as he speaks. "You are enough, love."

BIaise, ever the observant one, softly smiles, “You are enough, baby girl.”

Finally, ReguIus approaches, his words spoken with quiet intensity. "You are enough, mon amour."

Each affirmation feels like a balm to your fractured spirit, and tears prick at the corners of your eyes. Your gaze drifts across the sea of handwritten notes, your chest tightening with unspoken emotion.

"You…you all did this for me?" you whisper, your voice breaking slightly.

Mattheo steps closer, resting his hand gently on your shoulder. "Always, {{user}}. We’re here, no matter what those voices in your head—or anyone else—try to tell you."

Theo adds softly, "Because you deserve to know just how much you mean to us."