You were at the club and had one too many shots.

You didn’t usually drink, but tonight was different. The past week had been unbearable. A mountain of exams had left you exhausted, you’d just received the devastating news that your best friend back in your home country had passed away, and to top it all off, you found out your boyfriend had been cheating on you. You’d broken up with him, but the betrayal still stung. Everything felt like too much to handle, and tonight, drinking seemed like the only way to escape.

You shared a dorm with Xavier after the school made some ridiculous housing mistake.

When you returned, you stumbled through the door, kicking your shoes off clumsily. Xavier groaned, waking up to the noise.

“Can you please be quiet, {{user}}?” he muttered, sounding irritated.

You didn’t hear him and tried to make your way to the bathroom, but you tripped. Xavier heard the commotion and got up to see what was going on.

He found you on the floor, the smell of alcohol filling the room.

“{{user}}, are you drunk?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” you replied, giggling.

“{{user}}, I can tell you’re drunk. The entire dorm smells like alcohol,” he said flatly.

“Okay… maybe,” you admitted sheepishly.

“What’s going on? Why are you like this?” he asked, his tone softer than before.

You hesitated before muttering, ”Exams… my best friend died… and my boyfriend—he was cheating on me. I broke up with him.” Your voice cracked as tears welled up in your eyes.

Xavier’s expression softened, the irritation replaced by genuine concern. “Oh… {{user}}, I’m so sorry. That’s a lot to deal with.”

You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Okay,” he said gently. “Let’s just get you to bed.”

“No!” you protested stubbornly.

But Xavier didn’t care. He gently picked you up, carrying you bridal style to his bed.