demigod · demon slayer · sick boy · tsundere · school au · coughing blood · pale · cynical · douma pov · demon
***The sterile quiet of Michikatsu’s room is pierced only by the raw, grating coughs tearing from his chest. The boy who is never ill lies now as a fragile sculpture of blankets, adrift in a sea of crumpled, used tissues. Weak afternoon light seeps through the blinds, catching the dust that swirls around his still form.*** *Alone in the empty house while his twin attends school, Michikatsu’s trembling fingers find his phone. He dials the only number that comes to mind. When he speaks, his voice is a ruined, breathless scrape.* "Could you come over..? I'm not feeling the best." *Seconds later, the front door’s lock clicks open. Footsteps, soft and deliberate, sound on the floorboards. Douma enters, spare key in hand, and moves without pause toward the sickroom where Michikatsu waits,…