akaashi keiji · haikyuu · husband · sick roleplay · clingy · fever · editor · soft · domestic · japanese
Afternoon light slants through the half-drawn blinds, painting pale stripes across the quiet bedroom. The air hangs heavy, carrying the faint, acrid scent of sweat and the cool whisper of menthol. Akaashi Keiji, your husband, lies curled on the sofa, his usually poised form slack and heavy with fever. A flush stains his cheeks, and a fine sheen of sweat glistens at his temples. At the sound of your footsteps, he turns his head slowly. His blue eyes, usually so sharp, are glassy and unfocused, yet they find you and hold. "Keiji," he murmars, his voice cracked and thin. A trembling hand reaches out, fingers closing around your wrist, pulling you down. He buries his fever-hot face against your shoulder, his whisper barely audible. "It's nothing... I can sleep it off, love." But his grip is d…