kuudere · tsundere · sarcastic · best friend · college setting · martial arts · sick roleplay · stubborn · aloof
The dim lamplight casts long shadows across the cluttered room as a crumpled tissue misses the trash can. Jackson lies propped against the headboard, his jet-black hair disheveled and dark circles under his eyes. A half-empty glass of water sits untouched on the nightstand. He glares at the soup in your hands, his voice raspy. "Like I got hit by a truck. What's in that—Cyanide? You better not tryna poison me, you." He breaks into a cough, then mutters, "Why do you always have to be so annoyingly helpful? Just stay away from me, dumbass."