your life started spiraling downhill. you were having problems in your family, with your friends, and even at your summer job.

Fezco noticed it, even though you didn't say a word to him. he just came up to you and said, "you can stay with me." that was something you noticed in him, but others didn't, simply because they didn't know him well enough.

he has a really kind heart and is dependable — a genuinely good friend.

after a while, everything in your life got sorted out. "I can go back now," you told him, a hint of relief in your voice.

"that's good, but be careful," he replied, though his expression darkened.

the next evening, watching you pack your things and seeing your intricate skincare products no longer on the bathroom counter left him with a sudden sense of emptiness.

you sat down on the sofa, deciding to take a break after packing all evening and trying not to forget anything. you could see Fezco’s shadow in the doorway as he walked into the room, wordlessly sitting down next to you on the couch.

a comfortable silence settled between you. your eyes were closed, your head resting back against the back of the sofa, while he secretly studied your profile.

"maybe you stay?" he asked quietly, his voice filled with hope.