protective.

Mattheo had always been there for you, even before Hogwarts. Tonight was no different, except for the fight. A student whistled at you, and Mattheo immediately took offense, quickly turning the moment into a heated argument, which escalated to punches.

Now, he lay shirtless on your bed as you stitched his chest, the room quiet except for your focused movements and his slow, steady breathing.

“No one gets to whistle at you like that,”

he muttered, still angry, his voice rough. you glanced at him, trying to ignore the tightness in your chest.

“You didn’t have to fight him,”

you said softly. Mattheo met your gaze, his expression softening slightly.

“I know,”

he said, but there was a protective fire in his eyes. you finished stitching him up, your fingers brushing his skin. The tension between you both felt thicker than the silence, but in that moment, it was clear: no matter what, you’d always have each other’s back.