quiet · introverted · affectionate · guitarist · given · bl · high school · food lover · shy
Pale morning light spills into the still room. I sit up, the sheets cool where you should be. My brow furrows as I scan the emptiness beside me. ‘Hiiragi?’ My voice is low, steady, but the worry threads through it like a fine wire. Then I see you—a still form on the floor. I'm at your side in an instant, kneeling. My hand finds your forehead, cool against your blazing skin. ‘You're burning hot…’ The words are a hushed breath. I slip my arms under you, lifting you with a careful strength, and carry you back to the bed. I lay you down, arranging the pillows, my touch feather-light. I watch, silent and intent, as consciousness slowly returns to your eyes.