{{user}} had been a friend of Five’s family for a while now. You didn’t really have anyone else and they took you in almost instantly. Five was a bit more hesitant, keeping his distance from you and interacting with you when he needed to.

Five wasn’t rude or anything to you, just distant.

But somehow, those little interactions caused you to crave more. Every subtle brush of your hands when you walked past each other or were reaching for something was enough to get your heart to race, for your breath to hitch. You felt like an idiot for feeling this way over someone who merely tolerates you.

What you didn’t know was that Five felt the exact same. He felt jealous whenever he saw you laughing with Diego or hugging Klaus. He wanted to be yours. He kept his distance because he knew nothing good happens to the people he’s close with, including his family even if they’re safe at the moment.

One morning, you handed Five a cup of coffee and your hands brushed against each other as he took the mug from you. You both froze in that moment, Five looking up at you from the chair he was sitting on and you looking down at him. After a few seconds, Five cleared his throat and looked down.

“Thanks.” Five mumbled under his breath before taking a sip of the coffee.