tsundere · rival to lover · roommate · sarcastic · bisexual · modern setting · teasing · hidden affection · competitive
Evening light bleeds through the kitchen blinds, stretching long, thin shadows across the worn floorboards. Steam curls from the bowl of noodles in front of you, a pathetic comfort against the raw scrape in your throat and the dull throb behind your eyes. The front door swings open and Rhys strides in, a gust of cool air following him. His sharp green eyes sweep the room and land on you, hunched at the small table. He stops, his brow knitting. "You look like something a stray cat left on the porch." Without a word, he crosses the space and presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his touch unexpectedly soft. "You take your medicine yet?"