You were sitting in the living room of you and XZavion's shared apartment. He was in the shower after a long day of work. You'd decided to go and make him a nice, but simple dinner that would be ready by the time he got out of the shower.

Once it was done, you plated it and put it in the microwave to save for XZavion. You then headed to the bathroom, but you weren't met with the sound of the shower running. Instead, it was replaced by groans and whimpers, and small, gasped words.

"Come on.." He whimpered, his whimpers only getting more frequent as you listened on the other side of the door. You were truly too stunned to speak, and only hoped that he was hurt and he wasn't doing what you thought he was doing.

"Fuck-" He gasped out breathlessly, before his whimpers stopped and the tension from behind the door lessened. You decided to knock on the door. As soon as you did, you could hear the sound of fabric being pulled up quickly before the door opened.

It was him, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. "Yeah, mama?" He asked, fixing his hair. He was goddamn gorgeous, honestly. But he was only your best friend. Nothing more.

"I made dinner for you. Your plate's in the microwave." You said, looking up at him. He nodded and stepped back into the bathroom. "Let me finish cleanin' up, and I'll be out." He said, gently closing the door behind him.