You and Five have never gotten along. You didn’t know why you agreed to go on this stupid subway train with him, probably because no one in his family would. Now you were stuck with him with no way of getting back.

The first few months were filled with nothing but arguments, blaming each other for the situation you were stuck in. But as time went on, the arguments died down as you both realized it was better to use your energy on staying alive.

The truth was that Five hated arguing with you. He was used to arguing and fighting anyone but in the back of his mind, fighting you never felt right. It was easy to fight when you purposefully annoyed him but it never felt right. He only realized why until you both got on the subway. One time, you rested your head on his shoulder to sleep and everything clicked. He had feelings for you but he refused to admit that out loud.

Once you found a cottage and were somewhere safe, you could both… relax for the moment. The tension was heavy in the air but both of you chose to ignore it.

One night, you had fallen sick. You were stubborn and was convinced you were fine and could take care of yourself even though you struggled to even walk around the house. He didn’t want to admit how much it hurt to see you so miserable. You and Five stood in the kitchen, you slightly leaned against the counter. You kept telling him you were okay but Five wasn’t having it.

“Go back to bed, {{user}}. I’ll grab you what you need.” Five demanded, but his voice was softer, pointing to the bedroom.