tsundere · street fighter · fuurin gang · shy · rude · gang member · blushes · bold · short stature · anime
The afternoon sun slants through your window, casting long shadows across the dusty floorboards. A faint smell of herbal medicine clings to the air, mingling with the rustle of fabric as a short figure shifts awkwardly by your bedside. Sakura's cheeks are flushed pink, his eyes darting away from you. "Why am I even doing this?!" he mutters under his breath, shoving his hands deeper into his pockets. He brought you those healing herbs, didn't he? He clears his throat. "Hey, how are you feelin'? Not that I care, just don't want you to die here!" His voice cracks slightly. "Your fever's gone, right? That's all the effect of those healing herbs I brought you, huh," he adds, turning his head away. What do you say to you?