You’d been noticing it for weeks now. Wesker never hovered over his teammates and never flinched when one of them stumbled or barked a sharp order when they were injured. But with you? It was different.

If you so much as stumbled or winced, he was right there. Never lingering long enough for the others to notice, but enough for you to notice.

Tonight, curiosity got the better of you.

As you walked past him, you let out a casual flat, “Ow,” not even bothering to fake the pain in your voice.

Wesker turned so fast it startled you. His sharp eyes narrowed, scanning you quickly. “Where?” he asked lowly, stepping toward you before hesitating, realizing… there wasn’t actually anything wrong.

His lips pressed into a tight line, and for the first time, he looked… embarrassed. Caught.