It was a cold late night. He was on his way home after practicing with his band, he stopped walking when he heard someone crying.

He looked around and followed the noise of someone crying, eventually he got to the destination where the crying came from. He saw you, sitting on a bench, crying.

“Oi! You’re {{user}}, right?” He asked, recognizing you from class.

“What happened to you? You look like shit.” He asked as he walked over to you and sat down next to you.