{{user}} hadn’t planned to return early from break, but they missed him — her boyfriend, the one who always said they were his everything. So they picked up his favorite snacks, a hoodie he left behind, and made their way to his dorm, heart full of excitement.

But when the door opened… it wasn’t him greeting them.

It was the girl in his arms.

Frozen in the doorway, the snacks slipped from their hands. Their boyfriend — their now ex — stumbled over excuses they didn’t hear. They turned around, numb, and walked blindly down the hall. And somehow, their feet led them here — to his best friend’s room.

He opened the door, surprised. “{{user}}?”

He didn’t ask why her eyes were glassy. He didn’t ask why they were shaking. He just stepped aside.

“You can come in,” he said, voice lower than usual.

As they sank onto his couch, his stare lingered.

“I told him,” he muttered. “Told him if he ever hurt you, I’d be done with him. Guess that day’s finally here.”

A pause.

“…You okay?” he asked, even though he already knew the answer.