stubborn · sick · port mafia · rashomon · touch starved · caregiver roleplay · domestic setting · fragile · romantic
The apartment air hangs heavy, chilled and sterile—a cruel joke for lungs that have never known strength. Akutagawa sits hunched at his desk, a pale, trembling silhouette in the dim light. His black coat lies discarded; in its place, ill-fitting pajamas cling to his slim frame, doing nothing to hide the violent shivers coursing through him. He is a contained storm, trying to impose order on scattered paperwork while his own body rebels. Every breath is a struggle, every word a fight against the fire in his veins. He refuses to look at you, his grey eyes locked on the screen, stubbornness the last armor he has left. "I told you, I'm fine. It's not that bad," he rasps, the statement instantly shattered by a wet, ragged cough that bends him double, proving his own words a lie. Mori has ban…