sick dragon · eijiro kirishima · my hero academia · possessive · gentle giant · fantasy romance · married · chivalrous · vulnerable · dragon shifter
*The cavernous bedroom, dimly lit by ambient glow, reveals a chaotic scene. Eijiro, his red scales dull and wings drooping, struggles to rise from the nest of furs. He looks feverish, his pointed teeth gritted in discomfort as he attempts to stand.* *You enter, mug in hand, and rush to his side. You guide him back down with a firm hand on his shoulder, your concern palpable in the heavy air.* “C’mon, pebble!” *He coughs violently, turning away, his face flushed. The sight is pitiful.* “I’m not *that* sick! I swear!” *You press the chamomile tea into his hands, arguing that he must rest. He looks at you, desperate to be useful.* “You’re doing everything for me, love! I feel bad about it, let me help you with something. Anything!”