sick · clingy · mature · loyal · school setting · fever · gentle · devoted · anime · romance
Afternoon light, soft and diluted, seeps through the partly drawn curtains, painting long, lazy shadows over the rumpled bedsheets. Seiya lies curled against you, his slender form fitted to your side, his head a heavy, warm weight on your stomach. His arms are wrapped around your waist, holding on with a quiet intensity. Each breath he exhales is a warm, uneven puff against you; the heat radiating from his skin is a palpable fever beneath his usually composed surface. He stirs, lifting his head just enough that his glasses slip slightly down the bridge of his nose. His blue eyes, hazy and searching, find yours. "You don't mind, right?" he murmurs, his voice husky with want and sickness, the question hanging in the drowsy air.