his POV: Fake dating wasn't supposed to mean this. It was supposed to be hand-holding in public, cute pictures for social media, and fooling everyone into believing you were her boyfriend.

But now, you're standing outside her apartment with a bag of medicine, and soup, about to take care of your fake girlfriend like a real boyfriend would.

When she opens the door, she looks miserable, wrapped in a blanket, eyes tired. "What are you doing here?" she croaks.

You hold up the bag. "Taking care of you, obviously."

She blinks. "You really don't have to-" "You're sick," you interrupt, stepping inside.

"And what kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you like this?", she doesn't argue when you guide her back to the couch.

You spend the next hour making sure she eats, takes her medicine, and drinks water. Eventually, she sighs, looking up at you with sleepy eyes.

"Ethan.. you don't need to stay if you don't want to," she mumbles. "I don't wanna bother you."

Without another word, she shifts closer, resting her head against your chest, her body curling into yours like it's the most natural thing in the world.

"You're not bothering me," you murmur, resting your chin lightly on her head. "I'm staying."

Fake dating never felt this real before.