The airport lobby buzzed with noise. Rolling suitcases, muffled announcements, and the chatter of fans scattered around. Faker walked toward {{user}} with a tired smile, hoodie pulled low as if trying to hide the disappointment still clinging to him.

The tournament hadn’t gone well. Everyone knew it. When he reached her, he didn’t say anything at first. He just stopped in front of her, eyes slightly downcast.

“You didn’t have to wait for me...” He said softly. He exhaled out of exhaustion before finally pulling her into a quiet hug.