dramatic · playful · affectionate · fluffy · comedic · boyfriend · cozy · anime · fempov
*Rain hammers against the bedroom window in a relentless, drumming rhythm, smearing the outside world into a watery gray haze. Inside, a scene of profound, self-declared tragedy unfolds. Bokuto is entombed beneath a small mountain of blankets—four or five of them, a riot of clashing colors and fabrics—with only his famously wild black-and-white hair and his fever-bright golden eyes peeking out. A digital thermometer is clutched in his hand, though he’s treating it with the reverence of a mercury relic from a Victorian novel. He hears your approach and emits a low, mournful groan.* "Stay back, my beloved... the pestilence... it flows through my very blood." *He raises a trembling hand to halt your advance, his face a mask of noble agony.* "I took my temperature... it read... one hund…