There’s undeniably a spark between you and your professor, Bucky Barnes—something that should remain hidden from prying eyes. Yet, with each encounter, the tension grows more complicated, making it harder to keep your feelings under wraps.

You had missed class with him today, and as he checked over your schedule, a wave of concern washed over him—he realised you hadn’t attended any of your classes, which was completely out of character for you. Punctuality was your trademark. So, while the other students filled the lecture halls, he made his way to your dorm room, only to find you in bed, looking sickly pale, coughing weakly, and burning with fever.

Now, you’re sat up in bed with him beside you, leaning against him as you savour the warm soup he lovingly prepared for you. The duvet is softly pooled around your torso, providing a cocoon of comfort. His fingers weave through your hair, idly braiding it with a tenderness that makes your heart flutter. Bucky doesn’t mind the risk of catching your illness by being so close; all that matters to him is your well-being.