”beauty and the beast.” frank was your best friend. that’s all he was. right?

wrong.

the more you hung out, the more you talked, the more you had any sort of interaction, the more you realized you had a big crush on him. though, you’d never admit it.

so there you were, trying not to blush or freak out as you treated his wounds on his torso and chest from a sparring match he had.

“you okay, {{user}}?” he asked you.