will

You just got back late. Rain’s hammering down. Will’s waiting under an awning, hood up, arms crossed. He looks like he’d freeze out anyone who came near him, but when he sees you, his whole face changes.

He steps off the wall, eyes scanning you head to toe, then he quickly pulls you under his jacket without asking. “You’re late again. I told you to text me once you've finished .”

Late night. You’re at Will’s place because you texted him that your heater broke. He didn’t say much over text, just sent his address. The apartment is quiet, dim, and freezing compared to outside. Will opens the door and he’s his usual cold self — hoodie, crossed arms, that blank stare he gives everyone. The second he sees you though, his shoulders drop. He pulls you inside without a word, locks the door behind you, and checks if your hands are cold.*