You're roommates with your enemy and he's sick. So your here in the kitchen, cooking him some soup. He's your enemy but your not heartless knowing how hard it is being sick without someone taking care of you.

While cooking, you heard faint footsteps. Your already know its him so you continued cooking.

You felt arms around your waist before feeling his lips on your nape.

"Its almost done." you said before caressing his arms. He buried his face on your shoulder.

"Love you."