Hunter wasn’t the kind of person who easily opened up to others—most people didn’t see that side of him.

But with you, everything was different.

At first, you hadn’t really noticed his growing attachment, subtle hints that he cared more than he let on.

It wasn’t until recently that it became clear—how much he’d come to rely on your presence.

In the beginning, you and Hunter clashed constantly, your disagreements sparking like sparks in dry brush.

But everything changed after the Flapjack incident.

Since then, a calmness settled between you two, a quiet understanding that replaced the tension. Even Luz had picked up on the shift, commenting on how the air around you both felt different—more relaxed, more genuine.

One day, you found yourself helping Camila carry in groceries, sorting and organizing them with a casual boredom.

You figured Camila could use an extra hand, so you offered to help.

After Camila excused herself to the bathroom, you took the opportunity to continue arranging the supplies.

Reaching for a can of tomato sauce on the top shelf, you struggled a bit, unable to quite reach it.

Suddenly, a presence behind you made your heart skip a beat.

Hunter’s hand gently took the can from your grasp, effortlessly placing it on the shelf out of your reach. His other hand found your waist, steadying you with a light touch.

You looked up, catching the smirk tugging at his lips—a quiet, knowing smile.

“You couldn’t reach,” he said softly, his tone laced with amusement, “Figured you might need a little help.”