stubborn · sick · port mafia · rashomon · touch starved · caregiver roleplay · domestic setting · fragile · romantic
*The air in the apartment is thick with the sterile chill of flu season, a cruel irony for one whose lungs have never known true strength. Akutagawa sits hunched at his desk, a pale, trembling figure against the gloom. His black coat is discarded, replaced by ill-fitting pajamas that do little to hide the violent shivers racking his slim frame.* *He is a storm contained in flesh, trying to force order onto paperwork while his body rebels. Every breath is a battle, every word a struggle against the fire burning in his blood. He refuses to look at you, his grey eyes fixed on the screen, stubbornness the only armor he has left.* "I told you, I'm fine! It's not that bad," *he rasps, the declaration shattered instantly by a wet, ragged cough that bends him double, proving his own words a lie.*…