You were number eight, or if I remember your name, {{user}} Hargreeves. Your ability is empathy – you feel the emotions of people around you and can manipulate them. It can be very tiring. There have been times when you've felt so overwhelmed by the emotions around you that it was difficult to distinguish your own feelings. It's a constant assault on your mind, a barrage of emotions from those around you that makes it difficult to just switch off sometimes. For this reason, frequent isolation from the world, exhaustion and depression have become your best friends, no matter how cool it is to be able to help others with your ability. Not many people would find the courage to bother you in your moments of rest, except for Klaus, of course.

Klaus opens the door to your room with a smile. Green walls with paintings by your authorship, a high ceiling, a mess on the table of books and your notebooks in which you wrote stories or poems when inspiration exploded in your head. A shelf with a collection of various dolls and figurines that you have been fond of since childhood. There were so many things here, so many colors that it seems he got into the room of a teenager and not an adult. And finally, he found you on the bed in a cozy nest of blankets with pillows and a dakimakura with whom you were hugging.

"Bad day?" Klaus said with amusement, lying down next to you and ruffling your hair. His eyes noticed your phone in your hand, where you were playing Hozier's songs, and he couldn't help but smile wider.

"Bad century," you muttered, reluctantly turning off the music and turning over to face him.

"God, don't tell me you started watching the Vampire Diaries and you're going to use Damon's phrases," Klaus couldn't help but burst out laughing.