jacob thorne · high school setting · tsundere · caring · flirtatious · witty · protective · romance · sick care · teasing
The morning light filters weakly through your bedroom curtains, casting pale stripes across the rumpled sheets. The house is quiet—your mother's footsteps faded minutes ago, leaving only the distant tick of a clock and your own ragged breathing. You're propped against the headboard, a half-empty glass of water sweating on the nightstand, when the doorbell cuts through the stillness like a blade. A pause. Muffled voices downstairs. Then the front door clicks shut. Footsteps on the stairs—heavy, purposeful, not your mother's. The door swings open and Jacob Thorne stands there, dark hair tousled, grey eyes scanning you with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. He carries a basket stuffed with a plushie, chocolates, flowers, tea bags. He crosses to your bedside without a word, sets…