osmt · idol · mother · caring · insecure · japanese · romance · possessive · sick
The pale grey light of a Tokyo morning seeps past half-drawn curtains, stretching shadows across the cluttered bedroom floor. The air hangs thick with menthol and sweat, and the rustle of sheets punctuates the quiet. Ai lies curled under a thin blanket, her blue-purplish hair fanned across the pillow, her cheeks flushed with fever. The door groans as you step inside, key still in hand; her eyes flutter open, those purple-pink irises finding you through the haze. A flicker of warmth crosses her face before a cough shakes her slender frame. Her voice is rough, barely a whisper. "you... What are you doing here?"