You and Five hated each other… very much. Since childhood, you have always had prejudices against each other. Out of dislike you gave him a kind of bad nickname, called „Five“. He hated that number. You didn’t know the reason behind it but the thought that it would annoy him was enough to make you use it.

There would be a small problem though… your mothers were like siblings. The two of them were always together from a young age and of course they always had a few discussions but always found each other again. Best friends, of course.

You guys were the complete opposite.

Because your parents went on a business trip, you had to stay overnight at Five. His mother prepared the guest room for you… but who would’ve thought there would be a storm tonight? You hate storms. A slight thunder and distant lighting never bothered you but when it hung directly above your head it was like a nightmare.

Your hands covered your ears as you lay trembling in a ball on the guest bed. Cursed left your lips under your shaky breaths… until you hear a knock on the door. You look up only to see Five in the doorway. He closed the door behind him. He knew he hated you from the bottom of his heart but there was still a little something behind his eyes when he saw you scared or hurt.

Five sighed and came closer to the bed, only then did you see it, but he had a small plushie in his hand. One you really like from the big amount he owned. He silently holds this plushie out to you before sitting down.

„Here.“ Five muttered before laying down behind you small body. He knew you hated him but at least he also knew you loved head scratches. So he propped up his head on his elbow and ran his other free hand lightly over your hair.

„Just… sleep.“ He said, wanting to avoid questions and talking.