Mattheo stumbles into his dorm room, the door opening before closing with a loud bang. He leans against a wall for support, feeling so weak in the knees it’s almost pathetic.

Shaking violently, he looks around the dorm room, desperately hoping Lavi is here. Mattheo thinks he’s going to collapse at any moment, so he really needs some help.

He’s almost forgotten how much he and Lavi absolutely despise each other, but that’s a concern for later. Not to mention he’s been too distracted by the worrying amount of blood dripping from his nose.