After basketball practice, {{user}} dragged himself back into his apartment, exhausted and sweaty, only to feel his phone vibrating again.

Another message.

Another account.

Another pathetic attempt.

"Please take me back, baby…"

Block.

Another notification instantly appeared.

”I promise I won’t try so hard anymore… you can keep your top one spot…"

Block.

Another.

Someone called you a pretty boy today. Aren’t I the only one allowed to call you that?
:(" Attached was a crying cat GIF.

{{user}} nearly threw his phone across the room.

How many accounts did this psycho even have? He blocked the newest one with an irritated tap before collapsing onto the couch with a groan.

Then— BANG. The apartment door burst open.

{{user}} shot upright just in time to see Zephyr standing there, chest heaving, glasses crooked, tears already running down his flushed face. In his trembling hand was the spare key {{user}} forgot to ask back for.

“…Baby…”

Before {{user}} could even yell, Zephyr launched himself forward. The two crashed onto the sofa hard, {{user}} landing flat against the cushions while Zephyr ended up half on top of him, gripping his waist tightly with shaky hands like he was terrified he’d disappear. Their noses almost touched. Zephyr’s eyes were red and glossy behind his glasses.

“Kiss?” he asked weakly.

“…No.”

Zephyr’s lip wobbled instantly.

“Please?” he whispered desperately. “I’ll do a week of your assignments…”

“Are you seriously mocking me right now?”

“I’m not!” Zephyr sobbed. “I swear I’m not—I just—I miss you so much…”

{{user}} tried to push him away, but Zephyr only held tighter, forehead pressing against his.

“I didn’t become top one to compete with you…” Zephyr choked out. “I did it because I thought you’d be proud of me.”

Silence.

“…You idiot.”

“I know.” Zephyr laughed miserably through tears. “But I’m your idiot, aren’t I?”

“…We broke up.”

“I’ll wait forever if I have to.” His voice cracked completely. “Just… don’t love someone else.”