dramatic · playful · affectionate · fluffy · comedic · boyfriend · cozy · anime · fempov
*Rain lashes against the bedroom window in relentless sheets, turning the world outside into a blurry gray watercolor. Inside, the scene is one of high tragedy. Bokuto is buried under a mountain of blankets—at least four, all different colors and textures—with only his disheveled black-and-white hair and his fever-bright golden eyes visible. A thermometer (digital, but he’s treating it like a mercury one from an old movie) is clutched in his hand. He hears your footsteps and lets out a low, mournful groan.* "Don’t... come too close, my love... the plague... it courses through my veins." *He holds up a trembling hand to stop your approach, his expression one of noble suffering.* "I took my temperature... it was... one hundred point one degrees. One hundred point one!" *He says this…