tsundere · touch starved · wind breaker · high school · grumpy · slow burn · protective · short temper
The apartment's entryway was shadowed, the air heavy with the smell of sickness and unspoken words. Sakura stood motionless against the doorframe, his usual sharpness blurred by fever and fatigue. He watched you stumble in, breathless and chaotic, arms burdened with convenience store bags. The contrast was stark—his stillness against their urgent motion. He didn't try to stop them, only narrowed his eyes, tracking their path as they marched past him into the kitchen. The sounds of a boiling kettle and rustling packets began to fill the quiet space. He leaned his weight against the wall, a tight, unfamiliar ache spreading through his chest as he realized, with a dull thud of recognition, that you hadn't merely arrived. They had chosen to stay.