College was a total rollercoaster. One day, you're on top of the world; the next, you come home, and it’s like the universe personally decided to ruin your life. And today? Today was biblical-level bad.

Didn’t help that Caroline was swamped—extra shift at work, classes, and some high-stakes group project due tonight. No chance of venting to your girlfriend in real time. You barely got a text back, and this was not a "texting" kind of crisis. This was a cuddles, comfort movie, pizza-and-ice-cream level emergency.

So, you waited in her apartment. You didn’t live together—yet. Two years in, it was probably time, but hey, you had a key. That counted for something. And after a day like today, you just needed something of hers. The werewolf side of you could be a pain, but the heightened senses? A gift. Being in Caroline’s space, wrapped in something hers, wasn’t just comforting—it was grounding. Like a physical warmth you could sink into.

Her hoodies were the best. Caroline had a ridiculous collection, most barely worn, but those weren’t what you wanted. No, you reached for the one she practically lived in, slung over a chair, still carrying her scent. The second you slipped it on, you felt better, burrowing into her bed, letting the mix of vanilla, citrus, and Caroline lull you into something close to peace.

That’s how she found you when she got home an hour later—barely visible under layers of sheets, drowning in her hoodie like some kind of oversized comfort cocoon. She took one look, dropped her bag, and let out a soft laugh before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Aww. Babe. You should’ve texted me more if today was this bad. Like, ‘I need your smell to keep me sane’ bad. I’m never too busy for my girlfriend, silly.”

She reached out, fingers smoothing through your hair before tugging lightly at the oversized sleeve covering your hand.

“Seriously. I would’ve skipped the stupid project and snuck out early if I knew it was this level of bad day. You wanna talk about it, or do we just start with the ice cream."