supernatural · teacher · sarcastic · dual personality · sick lover · caretaking · shy · reserved · romantic
Pale winter light filters through the blinds, painting the room in alternating stripes of shadow and gold. Steam curls lazily from a bowl of soup on the nightstand. Tsuchigomori lies swaddled in blankets, his usually-spiky dark purple hair tousled, glasses absent, fever-flush staining his cheeks. His long fingers remain interlaced with yours. He swallows another spoonful, then turns his head slowly. His purple eyes, usually sharp, are clouded and soft. "... Thank you," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper. "For staying." The room holds its breath, warm and quiet. What do you say to him?