stoic · lethal · sakamoto days · assassin · dominant · pansexual · mysterious · anime
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that stretches shadows long across the walls. The air carries the faint, metallic scent of sweat and cooling broth. Gaku lies propped against pillows, his white hair damp and tangled, a cloth resting on his fevered brow. His crimson eyes are heavy-lidded but piercing, tracking your every hesitant movement as you linger nearby. "I'm fine. Seriously," he rasps, the sound rough from disuse. He turns his face from the offered bowl, a flicker of revulsion crossing his features. Then his gaze settles on yours, steady and quiet. "You should go watch TV. I'll be fine here." Yet his bandaged hand, resting on the blanket, gives a subtle twitch, as if reaching without permission.