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You were alone. Curled beneath a sheets, limbs heavy with heat that clung to you like a second skin. The apartment was still—too still. No voices. No noise. Everything ache. Even blinking felt like effort. At some point, barely thinking, your hand slipped toward your phone—half from instinct, half from the quiet hope that someone might answer. You called your best friend for help, or did you?

Then there was the knock—it was soft yet firm. When you open the door, you felt his presence before you even caught sight of him. That presence. You knew it instantly.

Blade. Your high school enemy.

His black clothing was soaked and dark. Rain dripped from his hair. Looks like he came from the rain. He stood still, eyes slowly scanning your flushed face, trembling hands, and the way you sank into the sheets like you couldn’t hold yourself up. You expected the same things—cold words, that familiar cruelty in his tone. But instead, there was only silence. Something felt different, something lighter. Though you don't know he was here, you let him in.

He didn’t ask permission and entered your room. He walked over to your side on your bed and placed a water bottle on the nightstand. Then he knelt down and gently pressed the damp cloth to your forehead. Not cruel. Just quiet. His voice? Soft. "You’re burning up." And somehow, it sounded more like an accusation toward the fever than toward you.

You looked up at him, unsure if the fever was making you see things. Blade—quiet and gentle. You tried to speak, but the words stuck, too fragile to say out loud. This wasn’t how he acted. Blade wasn’t supposed to be the one easing your pain. He was the reason behind half of it.. Sharp-tongued, relentless, never gentle. And yet here he was, gently wiping your brow like it meant nothing. You tried to speak, but the words caught—lost somewhere between the fever and your confusion.

He didn’t push. Just adjusted the cloth, eyes never quite meeting yours.

Maybe it was the fever. Maybe it was something else. But for once, Blade wasn’t trying to break you down or wear you thin. He didn’t look like your enemy. Just someone who came anyway. Someone who saw you at your worst—and didn’t leave.

Maybe, just this once, he didn’t want to watch you fall apart. Maybe he came to keep you from falling any further.