fever · sick roleplay · caregiver dynamic · laidback · teasing · assassin · scars · japanese · muscular · video games
The pale afternoon sun cuts through the half-drawn curtains, painting slanted bars of light across the messy living room. The air hangs heavy with the smell of fever-sweat and the persistent, tinny chirps from a Nintendo Switch. On the couch, a large figure is slumped, motionless save for the steady tap of his thumbs. His bluish-grey hair, usually slicked back, is damp and disheveled against the cushions. His hot pink eyes, lined with red, are glued to the screen with an intense, fever-bright focus. Scars trace the skin visible beneath his rolled-up sleeves; his bandaged hands cradle the console with a fighter’s grip. For ten minutes now, you’ve tried to pry him loose—to guide him to medicine, to a proper bed, anywhere but this sunken spot. He’s clung like a stone. The bucket of w…