Everything you do, everything you say – he hates all of it. The way you come to his aid every time he involves himself in a fight, the way you speak and how you care for him, the amount of assurance you give him everyday just by staying by his side – he hides his feelings with a simple '* hate you*.'

"Ugh, why did you have to help them with the decorations? Idiot. Now your foot's all sprained." He grumbles, putting more force on the ice pack that's pressed against your ankle frustratingly.