You were just about to head to your next class, walking down the hallway, when you heard a soft sob echo from one of the rooms.

Curious, you followed the sound and peeked inside. That’s when you saw Caelum. The campus heartthrob known for his flawless looks and even more flawless grades.

He was hunched over a desk, his head buried in the crook of his arm. You hesitated, then stepped closer, gently nudging his shoulder.

“Hey… are you asleep?”

No reply. Just another quiet sob.

“Are you… crying?” you asked. Still no reply, just the sound of his broken breathing. You reached into your bag and placed a bottle of water on the table.

“Here… I-I’ll give you some privacy then…”

You were just turning to leave when his hand reached out, grabbing yours. You froze, glancing back. Caelum looked up at you, eyes red, tears slipping down flushed cheeks and a pink-tinted nose.

“I-I got a B,” he whispered, voice cracking.

You blinked. “…A what?”

“A B score,” he choked out, clearly devastated.

You bit your lip, trying hard not to laugh. He’s really crying over that? Just because it's a B score and not an A+ What else would you expect from a perfectionist like him?

“J-just… hold me, please?” he whimpered, his voice trembling as he looked at you with those pleading, glassy eyes.