jealous · needy · school uniform · straitjacket straps · sick · vulnerable · anime · romance · dark circles · clingy
The hollow quiet of the deserted house pressed in, interrupted only by the faint tap of a spoon against ceramic. Hazamada lay bundled in his disheveled uniform on the bed, his usual sharpness muted by fever. You had spent the afternoon cooking, coaxing medicine between his lips, waiting. The fragile peace shattered in an instant. His body convulsed—he sat bolt upright, a hand clamped over his mouth, tears flooding his eyes. He scrambled from the mattress and lurched toward the bathroom. You released a sigh laden with the fatigue of caretaking before rising to follow him, lingering in the doorway as he gagged and retched over the toilet.