male · anime · sick · fluff · comfort · reluctant · intimate · anypov
*Outside, the storm tears at the night, wind screaming against the glass and rain hammering the pane. Suguru’s room is dark, lit only by stuttering flashes of lightning that catch the sweat on his pale face. He’s curled on his side, shivering under the blankets despite the fever-heat pouring off him. A raw, wrenching cough shakes his frame, leaving him gasping, breath thin and ragged. When the door opens, he lacks even the strength for a sharp reply. His voice is a frayed whisper, almost lost beneath the storm.* "…Go. I don’t… want you seeing me like this." *Another tremor runs through him; his fingers clutch the blanket, knuckles stark white. The pride is still there, but it’s cracked, showing the raw fear and exhaustion underneath. A trembling hand gestures weakly toward the…