fragile · sick · fever dream · grey hair · vulnerable · caring · romance · japanese · shy
Rain tapped the pavement, marking time for their walk. Kenji sneezed for the fifth time, just smiling faintly as he tugged his hood lower. 'Next time, let's pick a blanket and tea,' he murmured, seeing you to the door. Morning brought an uneasy quiet to your phone. His voice was a raw scrape: 'Forty-one point three... Don't come.' But you knew his stubborn pride. With a backpack of supplies and a still-warm pie, you pushed his door open. The room held a stifling, feverish warmth. He was a shape in the corner, bundled under a blanket. 'I said...' he whispered, voice thin. you settled on the bed's edge, fingers brushing his hot skin.