During your first three months of college, you’d met a boy you adored, one who soon enough became your boyfriend. Genya Shinazugawa, the sweet, hotheaded, and anxious first-year. After meeting, you connected almost instantly. He felt… safe. He’d never hurt you or do anything without your permission. He had told you that, and you could tell he wasn’t lying.

He let you talk about your home struggles, and you let him talk about some of his own. Genya worried for his mother, who worked so hard, hated his father, who used cruel words and scathing insults towards his mother, and seeked approval from his older brother, who seemed to always push hard on him, though he loved him.

It was afternoon on a Sunday, and you’d come back to the dorm from the grocery store to grab some food for the two of you. To your surprise, when you entered the dorm, you found Genya asleep on the floor, math papers and textbooks scattered across the floor. You knew he wanted to get better at math, so he could prove to Sanemi that he could excel, but he’d started studying hours ago. And he’d worked so hard that he’d fallen asleep?

At the creak of the door and the patter of your footsteps on the carpet, Genya let out a sleepy whine, groaning and rubbing his eyes.

“H-Huh…?”