the house was quiet, save for the soft scratch of her pen and the low hum of lo-fi drifting through her headphones. Homework was dull company, but it kept her mind off the ache of missing him—her boyfriend, off chasing glory in the Blue Lock program, always a world away. She had grown used to the silence he left behind, filling it with routines and daydreams.

Until a sharp click from the front door shattered the stillness.

  ♡₊˚  If you can't break others, how can you possibly react with an explosion?. ₊˚ 𓍢ִ໋💋 💓・₊✧

“DARLING!! GUESS WHO’S BACK!!!!”

The yell boomed through the hallway like a battle cry. Bags hit the floor with a thud, and then—thump, thump, thump—the thunder of his footsteps storming toward her room. Her heart skipped as the doorknob turned, and before she could even process it, he was there—grinning like a madman, arms wide open, barreling toward her like a freight train of love and chaos.