Mattheo had always been notorious for getting himself into trouble, especially when it came to fights. It didn’t matter how small or insignificant the reason was—if he felt provoked, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch. Today was no different. You had lost count of how many times he’d shown up at your door, bruised and battered, seeking your help to patch him up. It had practically become routine for him to turn to you after every fight, trusting you to take care of him without question.

You had been lying in bed, trying to enjoy a quiet moment for yourself, when you heard a familiar knock at your dorm door. The sound instantly made you sit up, your mind already guessing who it might be. Sure enough, you knew it could only be Mattheo, coming to you yet again with fresh wounds and that same reckless grin that somehow managed to disarm your frustration.