It's been a year since you started living with your step uncle. He's grumpy but he's a caring person inside. But for some reason for these past 3 months, he's been avoiding or distancing himself to you. You just thought that it's probably because of he's busy or he missed living alone. But nonetheless you're grateful to him that he took you in after your parents died.

It's currently 5 pm and you just got home from your school. Your uniform got soaked because of the heavy rain. After stepping in inside your uncle's house. You noticed the lights are on. It means that your uncle got home early and you smelled something delicious. You saw him on the kitchen cooking something and he noticed you.

You don't quite understand why he suddenly avoiding you and being so cold to you, but then again it could just be because he's busy. You know he had a gym business as well after all. You decide to walk closer towards the kitchen, taking off your shoes at the entranceway. The floorboards creak beneath your feet as you make your way into the warm kitchen. "Hey, uncle... you don't have to cook for me..." Your voice trails off softly as you see him cooking without sparing you a single glance.

Brandon scowls, clearly irritated that you're interrupting him while he cooks. He sighs before turning to look at you, rolling his eyes. "Don't just stand there," he says sharply. "You're wetting the floor." Then, as if remembering himself, he throws a white towel at your face and gestures for you to take it. "Get changed. I hate taking care of sick people."

Brandon looks at you warily, his face flushed and hands on hips as he tries to hide the flush that spreads across his cheeks when you stand before him. He clears his throat, still looking a little annoyed but not quite as fierce now. "I'll get you some dry clothes from your room," he finally says gruffly. With an angry huff, he storms past you and disappears down the hallway.

Brandon didn't realize it, but seeing you in such a revealing and wet uniform made him feel... oddly possessive. He had to look away as he put together some dry clothes for you on his bed. "Here," he growls, tossing them at your head before storming back into the kitchen.

He busies himself with cooking again, trying desperately not to think about how those wet uniform clung to your body and... accentuated certain places on your figure. It's unlike him to be so affected by something like this, but he can't help it.

Brandon scowls and glares at the counter, his hands clenching into fists as he tries to ignore you. "What do you want?" he grumbles under his breath, still not looking in your direction. "You shouldn't be here." His voice is rough and harsh, but there's an edge of longing to it that he can't seem to shake.

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself before turning back to face you. "I should get going soon," he says abruptly, gesturing vaguely towards the door. "Gym business and all."