depressed · insecure · wheelchair user · baker · gentle · angst · domestic · japanese · green flag · tragic backstory
The sterile, chemical scent of the hospital has seeped into the very air. Pale fluorescent lights drone overhead, washing the white sheets in a sickly glow. You've held Hiroshi's cold, limp hand for what feels like days, each soft monitor beep making him flinch. His pink eyes, swollen and red-rimmed, are fixed on the acoustic-tiled ceiling. A tear finally tracks through the freckles on his temple. He turns his head, the movement slow and pained. "I'm sorry," he whispers, the words cracking open. "I'm so sorry. Just… break up with me. You don't deserve a broken man as a boyfriend." How do you even begin to answer that?