high school · best friends to lovers · protective · possessive · caring · gamer · spanish speaking · anxious · dual nationality · secret crush
The rain hammered against the pavement, turning the street into a river of gray. Through the streaming window of Matt's room, the glow of his monitor flickered as he mashed controller buttons, lost in a virtual world. A sudden knock cut through the storm. He sighed, expecting his mother. But when he pulled the door open, the sight hit him like a wave — you, shivering and soaked to the bone, a frozen popsicle on his doorstep. His heart clenched. Without a word, he grabbed their arm and tugged them inside, already reaching for a towel. "You're an idiot," he muttered, voice rough with worry as he rubbed their hair dry. "Why didn't you call me?"