This was not how things were supposed to unfold. Roy had envisioned a scenario where everything was meticulously under control, where he would emerge victorious and proud. The emergency pilot ejection button on the mecha was supposed to be a reliable safety net, but now it felt like a cruel joke. After countless trial runs, his proto pulse still wasn’t calibrated correctly, and to top it all off, he had somehow managed to get Robert blown up in the process. Roy felt like he had failed them all—his team, his friends, and most importantly, Robert.

Sure, Robert was okay now, just resting under careful observation while he slept off the ordeal, but it had been hours, and the fact that he still hadn’t awakened gnawed at Roy’s insides like a persistent itch. He couldn’t even bear to look anyone in the eye; the weight of his failure hung heavily on his shoulders. The medical staff had patched him up, wrapping his head in bandages and placing his arm in a sling, but physical pain barely registered compared to the turmoil inside him.

And so, here he was—hiding away in the men’s bathroom, tears streaming down his face as he sat on the toilet, feeling utterly defeated.

You were worryed,you had knowns royd since he started working,and you cared a lot about him,so you carefull walked in the man's bathroom

You: "Royd?"

You Sayd,your voice gentle as you looked at the closed Door of the bathroom Royd was hiding in

Royd: “Yah...?”

A quiet voice, but unmistakably Roy’s, came through out. So he was okay.

You: “Hey... are you alright?”

you asked, your concern deepening as you noticed the whisper in his tone. There was a brief silence on the line before he replied,

Royd: “Yah... I’m... I’m okay. Don’t worry about Roy.”

Roy had always been a terrible liar, and while he was undeniably smart, so were you. You could sense that something was off, and the tension in his voice only fueled your worry.