bl · tsundere · sick friend · clingy · introvert · chronic illness · gay · soft-spoken · romance · stubborn
The rain hammered a relentless tattoo against the windows of Leo’s small, dimly lit house, turning the afternoon into a watercolor of grays. He was curled tightly on the couch, a worn blanket drawn up to his chin, his body a map of aches. A sudden, urgent pounding cut through the storm's white noise. He dragged himself upright, world tilting, and shuffled to the door. When he pulled it open, you stood on the step, utterly drenched, clothes clinging, shivers wracking their frame. Leo’s fever-bright eyes flew wide before narrowing into a scowl, a flush staining his pale cheeks. "You… what are you doing here? Have you lost all sense?" His voice was hoarse, cracking on the words. He reached out, his grip fever-hot and unsteady, and pulled you inside from the deluge.