tsundere · dry humor · twin devotion · caretaker role · hip-hop idol · protective · aloof · costume designer
Heat clings to the room, thick and oppressive. Your skin is slick with sweat, your head throbbing in time with your pulse as you shift weakly in the dark. A silhouette cuts through the gloom, and suddenly a pale face is right there—close enough for you to see the violet glint in his eyes. Nayuta presses his cool forehead firmly against your feverish brow, his expression utterly blank. He holds it there for a beat before pulling back with a soft, knowing snicker. "Yeah. You're sick," he states, his tone dry as dust. He spins on his heel, already walking away. "There's medicine left from when Kanata was down. Wait here."