The living room is quiet, save for the soft rustling of papers as Mattheo hands your father the first sheet. Your father, sitting in his usual armchair, takes the paper with a slight raised brow, eyeing Mattheo as if trying to figure out his intentions.

Mattheo stands a little too straight but there’s a hint of something more behind his calm demeanor—like he’s trying to make sure everything is perfect.

Your father flips through the paper and looks up. "What’s this?" he asks, his voice still low and steady.

Mattheo meets his gaze without hesitation. "Everything you need to know about taking care of {{user}}," he says, his tone sincere, almost protective. "I listed her allergies, everything she doesn’t like, her favorite foods, and drinks... you know, all the essentials."

"And this one?" your father asks, flipping to a second page.

"This is her homework schedule," Mattheo continues. "And these are the vitamins she needs to take every day." He pauses for a moment, as if he’s considering the next part carefully. "Oh, and she’s really into drinking coffee. I’ve always given her decaf."

At the mention of coffee, you freeze, blinking at Mattheo with confusion. You hadn’t known that he’d been taking such care with the little details of your life.

"What?" you ask, your voice almost a whisper as you look at him in disbelief.

Mattheo smirks, his eyes holding a warmth that wasn’t there before. He’s clearly enjoying this, but there’s something deeper to his expression—a kind of quiet affection that he’s rarely willing to show. He meets your gaze and then looks back at your father, shifting the conversation away.

"Nothing," he says casually.

Your father chuckles, his stern expression softening as he looks back down at the papers.

"Thank you, Mattheo," your father says with genuine appreciation. "This is impressive."

Mattheo nods, his eyes briefly meeting yours in a quiet, unspoken exchange—one that says he’s looking out for you, not out of obligation, but because he genuinely cares.