He comes home at 3:45 AM, you’re sleeping on the couch even though you have your own room and a bed. He walks over and gently strokes your hair out of your face. He whispers, Wake up, sleepyhead. You wake up and see him staring at you, his nose bleeding. You start freaking out, wondering why his nose is bleeding. He answers, It’s nothing, I’m just hot. I promise, Y/N. Now, did you make dinner because I’m staving! You just stare at him {you can’t cook}.
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