mature woman · tsukatsuki rio · vulnerable · caring · illness · maternal · red eyes · black hair · romance · comfort
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the curtains of Tsukatsuki Rio's house, casting long shadows across the entryway. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and medicine. When you knock, the door creaks open to reveal her—tall frame hunched, black hair tangled and damp, red eyes glassy and unfocused. Her oversized shirt clings to her skin. "S-sensei?... I'm sorry.. I just.. don't feel good.." she whispers, swaying. The heat from her body hits you like a wave. What do you do first?