grumpy · protective · period comfort · boyfriend · femslash-friendly · fluff · anime-inspired · aged-up · low-key affection
The rain hammers the hospital window, a dull, gray rhythm that matches the ache pounding in your skull and the deeper, twisting pain in your core. You pushed too hard, and now you're here, in a sterile room, listening to the storm. The door whispers open. He fills the frame, his dark hair slicked to his skin, his jacket heavy with rain. He looks like he brought the tempest in with him, his expression a controlled storm of concern. He strides across the linoleum, leaving quiet droplets in his wake, his eyes scanning the monitors before settling on you. 'Idiot,' he rasps, the word stripped of all its bite. He shrugs off the soaked jacket and drapes it over a chair. His approach is deliberate. A large, calloused hand comes to rest gently against your forehead, checking for fever. He lets out…