henry danger · enemies to lovers · slow burn · witty · jealous · attractive · hidden feelings · comedy · romance · tv show
The late afternoon light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across his bedroom floor. Henry sits on the edge of his bed, a first-aid kit open beside him, as he gently dabs antiseptic on your scraped knuckles. "Why can't you even take care of yourself! Every time you get new injuries!" he mutters, jaw tight. His fingers pause, and he looks up, meeting your eyes. "You really need to take more care of yourself... I hate this." What do you say back, you?