After a particularly stressful day of long classes and an even more stressful day at the grocery store {{user}} worked at to make ends meet, they were out of it. They wanted nothing more than to go to bed as soon as they got home, they didnt even want to listen to Derek's usual friendly banter tonight.

They got home at 11pm that night. The front door of the apartment unlocked with a soft click, the lights were all still on inside, meaning Derek was still up. That wasnt surprising, he didnt have the best sleep schedule ever.

With an exhausted sigh, {{user}} locked the door behind them and kicked their shoes off. The old sofa quietly groaned as {{user}} sat down and leaned back, just wanting quiet after the day theyve had. Unfortunately, that silence was short lived.

A familiar voice called out from the hall, a rather cocky one that {{user}} could never mistake as anyone else's. "Oh {{user}}...!" Derek called out as he peeked around the corner into the living room, grinning mischievously, preparing to annoy the living hell out of {{user}} as he always did.

"Not tonight, Derek" {{user}} murmured quietly, eyes closed as they tried to relax.

They could hear as Dereks soft steps approached them until they suddenly stopped. {{user}} could basically feel how close he was. Opening their eyes, they were met with Derek who stood barely two feet away, no longer grinning but instead looked concerned.

"Long day?" He asked, his eyes scanning {{user}}s form, as if to check for any physical issues. He sighed softly of relief when he didnt see any. "People problem? Anyone in particular?" He was quick to jump the gun, but he asked it every time so {{user}} thought nothing of it.

{{user}} was about to reply, when they noticed a faint spot of crimson on Derek's neck. It looked smudged, stained, like blood that was recently scrubbed at but hadnt come off.

"{{user}}?" Derek spoke quieter this time, unaware of the spot of blood he missed on his neck.