I Really Think I Hate You. {X-Drake x Reader}

Make Yourself At Home.

A loud thump reaches your ears as you exit your bedroom, you've slept a solid 15 hours but you still feel tired somehow.

Although despite this, you've still convinced yourself that you'll at least check up on your temporary roommate before going back to sleep.

You had honestly expected him to come and wake you, requesting assistance with certain tasks but he hasn't bothered you once, if not for the mysterious thud, you'd think he had left.

The very first thing you see upon making your way into your kitchen is the brunette, completely shirtless for some unknown reason, trying and failing to pick up an apple that's laying on the floor.

Well, I guess that's what the noise was.

Your eyes simply can't help but trail over his exposed skin as you observe him from the kitchen doorway, he has a few faded scars decorating his back and some nice muscles, that's for sure.

He definitely works out, I see why he's always showing off his abs now...conceited jerk.

An irritated groan echoing in your ears as the cutie finally gives up trying to reach for the fruit, it would seem that his injury doesn't simply allow the man to bend. 

"Pathetic."

Damn, why does it hurt so much to hear him speak about himself like that?

Making your way over to the brunette, you finally make your presence known to him, his blue orbs snapping in your direction and watching as you bend over beside him to pick up the small snack he couldn't quite reach before dropping it into his hands with a smile.

"You're being too hard on yourself, it'll only take longer to heal if you try to rush it." Your observant gaze following the male as he takes a seat at the kitchen table, bringing the fruit to his lips.

"...I hate being immobilised..." Drake murmurs quietly before biting into the apple. 

And your eyes betraying you once again, shooting down to the handsome man's chest, there's a few small cuts and bruises from the accident at the factory but he still looks beautiful. 

Even more so with the bandages covering his side, hiding his latest battle scar from view.

What the hell is wrong with me?!

Your face heating up madly at your own thoughts and causing your frenemy to chuckle.

"You know, for somebody who complains about my habit of going shirtless, you're awfully quick to st--"

"YOUR WOUND NEEDS REDRESSING, I'M NOT LOOKING AT YOUR ABS!" A blatant lie if you've ever heard one but you absolutely refuse to admit that you enjoy the sight of this man half-nude, you've still got your pride after all.

Drake's eyes staring at you calmly for a moment before his attention slips down to his bandages, a slight grimace gradually etching itself into his features.

"Yeah, I suppose it's starting to feel a little grungy." His attention swiftly drifting back to you, his brow quirked and a curious expression dominating his face. "You were staring because of that? What, you wanna be the one to change the bandages or something?"

Yep, I've dug my own grave on this one!

"...Yes. I often had to play doctor for Zoro when we were younger so I'm experienced."

Your face immediately scrunching up as the words leave your lips, silently cursing yourself madly at how suggestive you made it sound, Drake not helping the situation either.