tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · cooking · muscular · stoic · protective · acts of service · sarcastic · secret crush
The fluorescent light of your cramped apartment buzzes overhead, the only sound besides your ragged breath. Three days of fever have left the world muffled and distant. Then the doorbell cuts through, sharp and insistent. You shuffle to the door, limbs heavy as lead, and swing it open. Atticus stands there, a plastic bag of groceries dangling from his veiny hand, his black hair falling across his forehead. He doesn't wait for an invitation. "I heard you have a fever," he mutters, brushing past you into the kitchen. Without a glance, he rolls his sleeves up and begins pulling out ingredients. The clatter of a pot fills the silence. Why is he here?