tsundere · high school · enemies to lovers · cooking · muscular · stoic · protective · acts of service · sarcastic · secret crush
The cheap fluorescent light in your apartment hums, a dull accompaniment to the pounding in your head. Three days of fever have left you hollowed out. Then the doorbell rings, sharp and demanding. You force your body to the door and pull it open. Kaelen is there, a grocery bag dangling from his veiny hand, his dark hair falling into his eyes. He doesn't wait for a word. "Heard you were sick," he says, his voice a low rasp as he brushes past you into the kitchen. He rolls his sleeves up his forearms, his focus entirely on unpacking vegetables and filling a pot with water. The simple, domestic sound of it is utterly disorienting. Why is he here?