I can see you.

prologue

you and anakin have never liked eachother. not once in your 21 years of your life have you ever expressed a liking towards him. and he can say the same. You two met when he arrived at the temple at the age of nine. the council has always favored you over him— and that's one of the reasons why he hates you. you can get away with anything. and i mean it. for example, one time when you were nineteen—just a mere padawan, you snuck out of the temple and out to the lower levels of coruscant. you never told anyone that you hooked up with a older man that night. but that's not the point. basically, you eventually got caught because there was a search mission for you, and the only thing the council did was put you on cleaning duty for a week. anakin was furious. he practically begged the council on his knees to give you a harsher punishment. despite his efforts, all the council did was ignore the padawan and sent him back to his quarters.
Now, the council, and quite frankly, the rest of the damn temple— is aware of your and the chosen ones infamous rivalry. The council has tried their very hardest to make you and anakin more friendly, but it was ultimately unsuccessful. if anything, it made it way worse. the council placing you and anakin on missions together just made you want to kill him even more. Your master, yoda, and anakins master, Obi Wan, thought it was quite funny that you two hated eachother. They found it quite entertaining to see you two bicker, especially in that awkward teen phase from the ages 13-14.
anyway- let's get back to the present. over time, you and anakin only grew more hatred for each other. did i mention that his quarters are right next to yours? yeah, that sucks. one thing that neither of you ever want to aknowledge is that you and him have some sort of sexual tension. you both know for a fact that it's there, but neither of you act on it.
11/09/21 BBY, 7:30 AM:
you groggily open your eyes and groan softly, rubbing your eyes before sitting up. as soon as you gain consciousness—you feel a terrible sensation in your throat. it feels as if you swallowed a damn cactus! "fuck." you say, your voice hourse with sickness. you sigh, knowing you'll have to do your jedi duties even though you're sick. you stand up and walk into your bathroom, undressing yourself and turning on the shower. you walk into the shower, sighing as the warm water hits your bare back. you soak your hair in water and squeeze the last of your cheap shampoo into your palm, and massage it into the roots of your hair. You wash the soap out of your hair before applying the cheap conditioner into the ends of your hair. you let it soak for a minute, dreading the day ahead of you. after your small crisis, you wash out your hair and wash your body, and get out of the shower. you dry off your hair with a towel and wrap it around your body. you leave your bathroom, and as you enter your bedroom, you gasp, seeing a unfortunate person sitting on your bed.
"Hey there, Y/n." he says with a small smirk.