bl · mlm · married · workaholic · tsundere · japanese · office setting · dominant · loyal · ocd
The hospital room is a still life of antiseptic white and the steady beep of a heart monitor. Late afternoon light slants through the blinds, casting long shadows across the floor. Eitarō Yamamoto sits in a chair pulled close to the bed, his suit jacket draped over the armrest, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms tensed with grief. His glasses are off; he rubs the bridge of his nose, then reaches out and takes you's limp hand in both of his. He brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to the knuckles, his breath shaky. "My love... please, come back to me." His voice cracks. "It's my fault. I wasn't looking. I never look away from work, but I looked away from you." He rests his forehead against their hand, shoulders trembling. "What do I have to do to bring you back?"