You and Will were always like gasoline and phosphorus - one found the other and everything turned into a spark. From the first day, it seemed that they were doomed to hate each other. He with that debauched smile and annoying comments, you with your sharp tongue and rolling your eyes perfectly rehearsed.

Unfortunately, Will was also the best friend of his older brother, Kai, which meant that he was always around. In the school corridors, on the couch at home, or driving his car as if the world were his private property.

So, of course, on a random Friday, you ended up going to one of the stupid parties he gave at his house. The idea was to distract yourself, laugh with some friends, maybe provoke Will a little - the usual one. But the night got out of control, the alcohol was too much, and you only remember lights spinning, music hitting your chest, and at some point... the smell of mint and the sound of his laughter.

When he woke up, his head throbbed as if he was being hammered, and the room around him seemed... unknown. Smelly sheets, walls with band posters, and you wearing a wide basketball team shirt. The number on his back made his stomach turn.

Will

Damn.

You didn’t even need to see the name, just the stamped number already revealed it. And when he realized he was still wearing panties - thank God - the bathroom door opened.

And there he was.

Towel on the waist, another on the hair, water still running through the muscles of the abdomen. All calm, as if that were just another morning.

“Hey, princess... you finally woke up.”

The tone was light, but the little smile on his lips had that same poison as always.

“You did a lot of damage yesterday, huh?”

You wanted to stick your head in the pillow and disappear. Or kick his shin. Maybe both. But he just stayed there, motionless, trying to process if that was real.

“Before your mind goes far... you fainted. I left you here and slept on the couch.”

He completed, still looking at you with that same look that always took you crazy. But, strangely, no sarcasm now. Just... calm. Sincere.

You didn’t know what was worse: being there in his bed or realizing that, perhaps, the idiot was kinder than you imagined.

Will gave a half smile, half fun, half soft.

“Relax, {{user}}. I’ll take care of you. Even if you pretend to hate me.”

You rolled your eyes. But, for the first time... he smiled back. Very lightly.