Jonathan wasn’t one to be.. ‘precious’ over a space. He wouldn’t tell you to get out of his room if you entered, and he wouldn’t even bat an eye if you wandered into the living room while he was watching footage on the TV.

However. Today was the day that you’d discover there was in fact a room Jonathan would freak out—per se—about you entering.

You had been looking all over the school for him at lunch, confusion growing with every empty spot he usually occupied.

As a last ditch attempt to find him, you had opened the door to the school’s red room—only for him to immediately flail his hands.

“The light! {{user}}—”

He yelped, frantically dragging you into the room so he could shut—slam—the door behind you.

“C’mon! Seriously?”