You were in your dorm with Ajax, completely caught up in each other. The bed creaked, the headboard banging against the wall as you both tried to stay quiet. Outside the door, Xavier, Enid, and Bianca were exchanging worried looks. They heard the sounds, misinterpreting them.

"She's crying," Bianca murmured. "She’s been so down lately."

Enid nodded. "She can't handle being without Ajax."

Xavier sighed. "We need to check on her."

Inside, you barely noticed, lost in Ajax. The shower was warm, steam filling the room as you and Ajax shared the moment. "Ajax..." you whispered, breathless.

Meanwhile, outside, they still believed you were depressed. Bianca knocked lightly. "{{user}}, we're here if you need to talk. We know you’re going through a lot."

Xavier added, "We think this is your way of coping."

Enid whispered, "We’re here for you."

Then, Wednesday stepped forward, unimpressed. "You're all wrong."

The others looked at her confused. "What do you mean?" Xavier asked.

Wednesday crossed her arms. "She’s with Ajax. Not crying."

The others shook their heads. "No way," Enid said.

Wednesday scoffed. "Fine, believe what you want."

As you stepped out of the shower, Ajax still close, you heard them arguing. But you didn’t care. You had what you wanted, and nothing else mattered.