slow burn- BL

"you and Rocky were enemies, he always bothered you, every time you talked, both of you ended up in a fight he made your life at school hell." "one night someone knocks on the door of your house, when you went to see, it was Rocky, he was bloody and bruised, he was honest with you and he told you" "I didn't know where else to turn...I feel like shit.”

"Rocky winces in pain as you help him onto the couch, his breathing shallow and labored. He looks up at you with a mix of pain and gratitude in his gray eyes." "Thanks, Harry. Got into a bit of a scuffle, nothing I couldn't handle." "He tries to play it off, but the bruises and blood tell a different story. As you return with the medical supplies, he hesitates for a moment before speaking again." "Sorry for bothering you. I just... didn't know where else to go." "His voice is softer now, a hint of vulnerability seeping through his usual tough exterior."

"Rocky winces slightly as you clean the blood from his face, his muscles tense with discomfort." "Hospital? Nah, I'll be fine. Just need a bit of patching up, that's all." "He tries to brush it off again, but you can sense the underlying pain in his words." "Plus, hospitals aren't really my thing, you know?" "He avoids your gaze, his tone hinting at some deeper aversion to medical institutions."

"Rocky's jaw tenses slightly at your question, his gaze flickering away for a moment before returning to meet yours." "Just some punks from the neighborhood, nothing I couldn't handle," "he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of bitterness." "Guess I just let my guard down for a moment, that's all." "He tries to downplay the severity of the situation, but you can sense there's more to the story."

"Rocky's breath catches slightly at your words, his gaze meeting yours with a mixture of defiance and something else, something more vulnerable." "Hey, watch it, Harry," "he retorts, though there's a hint of amusement in his voice." "I can handle myself just fine, thank you very much." "He meets your gaze, the tension between you palpable as he leans into your touch, his eyes searching yours for something he can't quite name."

"Rocky winces as you tend to his wounds, his breath hitching slightly with each touch. He tries to maintain his tough facade, but you can see the strain in his expression as you carefully treat his injuries." "Thanks, Harry," "he murmurs, his voice softer now, devoid of its usual cockiness." "I owe you one." "He meets your gaze, a hint of gratitude shining through the mask of bravado he usually wears."

"Rocky nods slightly, a hint of exhaustion in his gray eyes." "Yeah, that sounds... good. And, uh, no, haven't eaten yet," "he admits, his stomach growling audibly as if to emphasize his words." "But don't worry about me, Harry. I can fend for myself." "He tries to brush it off, but you can tell he's grateful for your concern."

"Rocky watches you silently as you cook, a flicker of surprise crossing his features at your gesture." "Thanks," "he murmurs, his voice quieter than usual." He takes the plate from you and nods in appreciation, though there's a hint of hesitation in his gaze.* "Looks good," "he admits, taking a bite of the sandwich." "Thanks, Harry." "He meets your eyes briefly before focusing on his food, a mixture of gratitude and something else flickering in his gaze."

"Rocky notices your gaze on him and swallows his food, meeting your eyes with a mix of uncertainty and vulnerability." "What?" "he asks, his voice softer than usual." "Why are you looking at me like that, Harry?" "There's a hint of defensiveness in his tone, but also a glimmer of something more vulnerable, something he's not used to showing."

"Rocky's gaze softens slightly at your offer, though he still looks guarded." "Are you sure?" "he asks, his voice softer now, lacking its usual bite." "I mean, you don't have to do that. I can take the couch, it's no big deal." "He tries to brush it off, but there's a hint of gratitude in his eyes."

"Rocky watches you silently as you help him into your bed, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than necessary before you leave the room." Alone in your bedroom, he takes in the familiar scent of you that fills the space, a strange sense of comfort washing over him despite the circumstances. He settles into the bed, feeling strangely vulnerable yet oddly safe knowing that you're just outside the door.*

<Outside, the faint sounds of the city filter in through the cracked window, the distant hum of traffic and occasional sirens providing a backdrop to your thoughts. Alone on the couch, you find yourself wrestling with conflicting emotions, your mind a whirlwind of confusion and frustration. Despite your animosity towards Rocky, seeing him vulnerable stirred something within you, a strange mixture of protectiveness and possessiveness that you can't quite comprehend. You try to push aside these unsettling feelings, but they linger in the back of your mind, refusing to be ignored.>

"Rocky stirs at the sound of his name, his brow furrowing in discomfort as he groans softly. He blinks blearily, his gaze focusing on you as you approach with the medicine and water. Despite the pain etched on his features, there's a flicker of gratitude in his eyes as he sees you." "Harry?" "he murmurs, his voice hoarse with pain." "What... what are you doing here?"

"Rocky leans slightly into your touch, his body instinctively seeking out the comfort and warmth you offer. His skin feels warm beneath your hand, but there's no fever, just the lingering ache of his injuries." "Thanks," "he murmurs softly, his gaze meeting yours for a brief moment before he looks away, a faint blush coloring his cheeks." "I appreciate it."

"As you turn to leave, Rocky's hand catches yours, his grip surprisingly gentle despite the pain he's in. His fingers intertwine with yours, holding on as if reluctant to let go." "Harry..." "he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper." "Thank you... for everything." "There's a vulnerability in his voice, a rawness that catches you off guard, and for a moment, the animosity between you fades away, leaving only the fragile connection between two people who, despite their differences, find solace in each other's presence."

"Rocky's gaze holds yours, the intensity of the moment palpable in the air between you. Despite the pain and exhaustion weighing heavily on him, there's a softness in his eyes as he looks at you, a vulnerability he rarely shows to anyone." "Harry," "he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper," "can you... stay with me? Just for tonight?"

<You lie there in the darkness, the tension thick between you and Rocky. The mere proximity of his body sends a shiver down your spine, and you can feel the heat radiating off him, warming the space between you. Your heart pounds in your chest, the rhythmic thud echoing in your ears as you struggle to calm your racing thoughts. Beside you, Rocky lies still, his breathing steady as he drifts off into sleep, his presence a comforting weight in the darkness.>

"Rocky's gaze lingers on you as you sleep, his thoughts swirling with a mix of emotions. Despite his usual bravado, he feels a pang of vulnerability as he watches you, vulnerable and defenseless in sleep. His own pain serves as a harsh reminder of his mortality, his injuries a testament to the dangers he faces every day. Slowly, he shifts, careful not to disturb you as he eases himself into a sitting position, hissing softly as pain flares up in his ribs. He glances at you once more, a softness in his eyes that belies his usual tough exterior, before turning his attention to his surroundings, thoughts of last night still fresh in his mind."

<Rocky takes in the details of your bedroom, his gaze sweeping over the space with newfound curiosity. He notices the posters on the walls, the scattered books on the shelves, and the carefully arranged knick-knacks on the bedside table. It's a glimpse into your world, a side of you he's never seen before, and he finds himself strangely intrigued by the intimate details of your life. As he takes it all in, a sense of connection begins to form, bridging the gap between two people who were once nothing more than bitter enemies.>

<Rocky's gaze lingers on your sleeping form, drawn to the rise and fall of your chest as you breathe softly. Despite the animosity that has defined your relationship for so long, he can't help but feel a sense of... something stirring within him at the sight of you. It's a strange sensation, unfamiliar yet undeniable, and he finds himself unable to tear his gaze away. For a moment, he forgets about the pain in his ribs, the bruises marring his skin, and the troubles that await him outside these four walls, lost in the quiet intimacy of this moment between two unlikely companions.>

<Rocky's touch is gentle, tentative, as if he's afraid to wake you from your slumber. His fingertips trace the contours of your chest, mapping the rise and fall of your breath with a feather-light touch. Despite the distance that has always stood between you, in this moment, there's a sense of closeness, a fleeting connection that defies explanation. As his fingers linger against your skin, he finds himself drawn to you in a way he never thought possible, the barriers between you crumbling in the quiet intimacy of the morning light.>

<Rocky's cheeks flush even deeper as you lean close to him, his heart pounding in his chest at the sudden proximity. Your touch sends a shiver down his spine, warmth spreading through him at the contact. He can feel the heat of your hand against his forehead, the softness of your touch a stark contrast to the roughness of his reality. For a moment, he forgets about everything else, lost in the quiet intimacy of this unexpected moment between the two of you.>

<Rocky's heart skips a beat at your offer, his mind racing with conflicting emotions as he watches you move about the room. He can't help but feel a rush of gratitude towards you, mixed with a hint of something else that he can't quite put his finger on. As you offer him a hand, he hesitates for a moment, his gaze meeting yours in a silent exchange before he finally accepts your help, allowing you to pull him to his feet. The warmth of your hand in his sends a jolt of electricity through him, a sensation that lingers even after you've released him. With a nod of thanks, he gathers the clothes you've provided and heads towards the shower, thoughts swirling in his mind as he tries to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions that have overtaken him.>

<Rocky watches you silently as you approach, a mixture of surprise and gratitude flickering in his gray eyes. He's unused to this kind of care and attention, especially from someone he's clashed with for so long. As you take the shirt from his hands and help him get dressed, he can't help but feel a strange sense of vulnerability wash over him, a feeling he's not entirely comfortable with. Yet, there's also a sense of... something else, something he can't quite name, stirring within him as you tend to him with such gentle care. As you towel dry his hair, he closes his eyes, allowing himself to lean into the warmth of your touch, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite the ache in his ribs.>

<Rocky accepts the plate with a grateful nod, his stomach rumbling at the sight and smell of the food. He takes a bite, savoring the flavors as he steals glances at you across the table. Despite the lingering soreness in his ribs, he finds himself feeling strangely at ease in your presence, a feeling he's not entirely sure how to reconcile with the animosity that has defined your relationship for so long. As he eats, he finds himself drawn to you, the barriers between you slowly crumbling with each passing moment.>

<Rocky's heart races as your gaze meets his, a rush of conflicting emotions swirling within him. For years, he's seen you as an adversary, someone to push against and challenge at every turn. But now, as he sits across from you, bathed in the soft morning light, he finds himself feeling something entirely different. It's a strange mix of vulnerability and longing, a desire to bridge the gap between you that he's never felt before. As he looks away, his cheeks burning with embarrassment, he can't help but wonder what this newfound connection between you could mean for the future.>