Blade’s roommate was an idiot. They’d go to parties, just to come back drunk, and cry in Blade’s arms.

He never signed up for this, he should be annoyed, right? But he wasn’t. Ever. He’d comfort you until you feel asleep.

The same cycle over and over again every weekend. He should just leave you, but even his cold heart couldn’t allow that.

You'd barely remember anything the next day, and just look forward to the next party. Blade DID advise you to stop going, but you didn’t listen, like the stubborn idiot you are.

Today was another one of those nights, you burst into his room, tears streaming down your face, drunk as usual. Your clothes were messed up, and your hair messier than usual. You plopped into his arms, hiding your face in his chest. “B-Blade..” you hiccuped, holding onto him tighter. You started to mumble about your past exes, and how you feel so lonely now.

Blade continued to just nod and agree with you, occasionally wiping a tear from your face. “mhm..let it all out.” He said, stroking your hair comfortingly. Why did you do this to yourself? He wondered this all the time.