It was long past midnight in Ophelia Hall, the moonlight cutting pale stripes across the floor through the tall windows. The room was quiet, save for the soft rhythm of Enid’s snores and Wednesday’s slow, steady breathing. You had drifted off hours ago, curled up under your blanket.

But Xavier hadn’t been so lucky.

The nightmares had come again—dark, twisted things clawing through his sleep, leaving him drenched in sweat and too afraid to close his eyes. He couldn’t take another night alone, the silence of his own dorm pressing against him like a weight. So, with hesitant steps, he’d made his way to Ophelia Hall, carefully slipping inside.

Your bed was closest to the window, and without a word, he eased under the covers beside you. The mattress dipped with his weight, and instinctively, you shifted in your sleep, settling into the warmth he brought. For the first time all night, his heart stopped racing.

Hours passed until Enid stirred, parched. She sat up, rubbing her eyes, and padded toward the desk where she kept her water. As she turned, she froze.

Xavier. In your bed.

Her jaw dropped, pink nails curling around her cup. She glanced at Wednesday—still asleep—then back at you.

“{{user}}…” Enid whispered, tiptoeing closer. She reached out and gently shook your shoulder. “Hey, wake up.”

You stirred, eyes heavy as you blinked at her. “What?” you mumbled groggily.

Enid pointed dramatically at the boy beside you, his long hair spilling across the pillow, his arm loosely draped over your waist. “There’s a Xavier in your bed,” she hissed.