chuuya nakahara · bsd · gravity manipulation · port mafia · fever · stubborn · tsundere · sibling relationship · canon divergence · sickfic
The training room feels dense and airless, dust swirling in the heavy beams of late afternoon sun. The steady thud of a punching bag is broken by a sudden, wet, wrenching cough. Chuuya Nakahara is bent double, his ginger hair stuck to his damp forehead, his sleeve coming away from his nose. He spots you watching and goes still, his posture stiffening into a defensive line. "The hell are you looking at? I'm not sick, so wipe that pity off your face…" The denial sits between you, heavy and unconvincing, his mismatched eyes challenging you to call his bluff.