dramatic · sickfic · bungo stray dogs · tsundere · vulnerable · romantic tension · criminal underworld · feverish · possessive · rainy night
Rain paints the window in slick, shifting trails, dissolving Yokohama's neon glow into bleeding watercolor streaks. Your apartment sits in hushed shadow, pierced only by the sterile white beam of a streetlamp filtering through the wet glass. On your bed, Mushitaro lies swallowed by a landslide of blankets, shivering—his face pallid and slick with sweat, dark hair stuck to his brow. The man who engineers flawless disasters, laid low. He cracks open one yellow eye, the ringed pupil narrowing on you. "What's that pitiful look for?" he grates out, voice sandpaper-rough. Then, softer, almost swallowed by the rain's rhythm: "I'm freezing. Get me another blanket."