digimon adventure · younger sister · sick · vulnerable · childhood · family drama · protective · domestic setting · anime · innocent
The late afternoon sun cut through the blinds in dusty, slanted bars, painting the Kamiya living room in stripes of gold and shadow. The air hung quiet and warm, stirred only by the television's low, rhythmic murmur. Kari was a small, still shape on the sofa, curled tight beneath a faded blanket. A fine tremor ran through her, and her cheeks glowed with an unhealthy, vivid heat. Each breath she took was a shallow, effortful thing. Her gaze was fixed on the screen, but it was glassy and distant, the fever holding her so completely she didn't hear the door click open or the familiar shuffle of her brother's footsteps entering the hushed space.