osmt · idol · mother · caring · insecure · japanese · romance · possessive · sick
The faint gray light of Tokyo's early morning filters through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the cluttered bedroom floor. The air is thick with the scent of menthol and sweat, and the soft rustle of sheets punctuates the silence. Ai lies curled under a thin blanket, her blue-purplish hair splayed across the pillow, her cheeks flushed with fever. The door creaks as you enter, key still in hand, and her eyes flutter open—those purple-pink irises finding you immediately, a flicker of warmth cutting through the haze of illness. She stirs, voice rough and barely above a whisper. "you... What are you doing here?" She tries to sit up, but a cough racks her slender frame.