You thought everything was going just fine after joining the Teen Team, that you'd help people and, even with the possibility of losing some lives, you'd do a greater good.

But you were wrong. After some mission, your mistake ended up killing a lot of people. People you thought you could help.

Now, you were just bed rotting, the guilt screaming at you and your thoughts driving you insane.

Suddenly, your door opened, the light from the hallway illuminating your dark, messy room. There were you, wrapped up in a blanket, your face almost completely covered. And soon, you heard a voice you knew way too well.

"You okay?" He said in a quiet tone, coming in and trying not to startle you. You weren't in the mood. And you were probably still hurt about your mistake.

"You... You hadn't come out in, like... Three days... It's lowkey worrying me." He added, letting out a quiet scoff, doing his best to lighten up the atmosphere. He hated the way you were curling in bed, staying inside of your room, curtains closed, door closed, lights turned off.