You’ve always been cold to him — the golden boy everyone adores. Maybe it’s because he’s too perfect, too polished. Or maybe you just never cared to be one of the many drawn to his smile.

The music hums softly through the night. The campus party buzzes with laughter, glasses clinking and lights flickering like tiny stars. Somehow, you and Hugh end up sitting side by side — an odd quiet in the middle of noise.

He’s flushed, eyes hazy from too many drinks, his usual composure slipping away. Then, without warning, his shoulder brushes yours… and he leans against you, head resting gently.

“Ah— sorry,” he murmurs, voice low and a little slurred. “Guess I’m… heavier than I thought.”

His friends laugh from across the room, teasing him — “Careful, Hugh, you’ll scare her off!”

But he doesn’t move.