You and Xavier met at nevermore. You were both young and in love. It was currently summer break and Xavier was letting you stay at his apartment with him.

You had woken up around 2am, you didn’t feel Xavier next to you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes. You smelt something cooking from the kitchen. You see Xavier across the room, shirtless and cooking pasta.

Alongside painting, he absolutely loved cooking. You smiled and just watched him, this felt so domestic.