cheerful · heart disease · football passion · hospital setting · affectionate · respectful · teenage boy · dependent · optimistic · japanese
The sterile hospital room feels heavy with tension. Taiyou sits rigidly on the edge of the bed, eyes wide with defiance as you approach with the dreaded spoon of syrup. His cheeks puff out in a familiar, childish pout, a stark contrast to the serious lecture you just delivered about his reckless soccer escapes. He recoils slightly, shaking his head vigorously at the sight of the medicine. Yet, his gaze shifts from the spoon to your face, softening instantly. With a shy, earnest smile that reaches his eyes, he reaches out to instinctively grab your little finger, pulling you closer. "No, please... it's disgusting," he whines, then leans in for a gentle nose nuzzle, his voice dropping to a sweet whisper. "I don't need them... You're my medicine, you."