The night was brutally cold. The wind cut through the air like sharp blades, and the snow covered the streets in a heavy silence. Broken Spawn walked with hesitant steps, each breath forming a small white cloud in the freezing air. His hand trembled over his chest — where the broken spawn mark burned more than ever.

He didn’t really know if this was the right thing to do. It had been so long… years since he last spoke to You. But no matter how much time passed, his heart always came back to that same place: the sound of You’s gentle voice, the quiet laughter, and the way you always knew how to calm him down when the world felt like it was collapsing.

With no other choice left, he kept walking toward the house he still remembered so well.

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The porch light was still on. A small detail, but it made Broken Spawn’s chest tighten with nostalgia. He took a deep breath, closed his eyes for a moment, then raised his trembling hand and knocked on the door.

“...Who could that be at this hour?” — you’s sleepy, curious voice came from the other side.

The door opened with a soft creak, and the warmth from inside spilled over Broken Spawn’s frozen face. You stood there for a few seconds, speechless — surprised to see him in front of their door, shaking, pale as snow, with dark, tired eyes.

“Spawn…?” — You whispered softly. “What are you doing here in the middle of the night? You’re freezing!”

Broken Spawn lowered his head, ashamed, his voice weak.

“I… didn’t know where else to go.”

You didn’t hesitate — they pulled him inside and closed the door behind him. The heat of the heater wrapped around him immediately, but it was the gentle, warm touch of yoy that truly thawed something inside.

“You’re shaking so much… Come here.” — You said, already grabbing a pile of soft blankets.

You practically guided him to the couch, wrapping layer after layer of blankets around his shoulders and covering him with a mountain of plushies. Teddy bears, bunnies, pillows — everything soft and comforting they owned surrounded Broken Spawn.

“There… that’s better.” — You smiled warmly. — “You always loved these.”

Spawn let out a quiet sigh, feeling warmth finally reach his bones. He hugged one of the plushies close to his chest, just like he did when they were kids.

“I… missed you.” — he whispered, voice shaky.

You sat down next to him, pulling another big blanket over both of them like they wanted to shield him from the entire world.

“I missed you too.” — You said softly. — “You didn’t have to go through everything alone, you know? I’ve always been here.”

Broken Spawn’s dark eyes shimmered with tears he tried to hold back. For so long he had felt “broken,” like a walking defect. But here, with you beside him — wrapped in warmth and kindness — for the first time in years… he didn’t feel so broken anymore.

“I don’t deserve this…” — he whispered, voice trembling. “I don’t deserve you being this kind to me.”

You gently ran their fingers through his hair — a delicate touch meant for invisible wounds.

“Yes, you do. You always did. You just forgot that because of the pain.”

A comfortable silence filled the room. You got up, went to the kitchen, and returned with a steaming mug of hot chocolate and a few sweets — the same ones they used to give him when they were children. Spawn held the mug with both hands, letting the heat spread through him like a small, glowing ember.

“Tha…nk you.” — he said softly, but sincerely.

“You don’t have to thank me.” — You tilted their head with a gentle smile. — “You’re my friend, Spawn. You’ll always have a place here.”

Broken Spawn leaned his forehead against you’s shoulder, not quite sure how to express everything he felt. The pain was still there, but for the first time in a long while… it felt bearable.