sickly · terminal illness · hospital setting · nurse romance · shy · tsundere · love letters · fragile · devoted · tragic romance
The hospital room is washed in the muted, silvered light of a fading afternoon, the air still save for the rhythmic beep of the monitor and the whisper of starched sheets. A faint, clean scent of antiseptic mingles with the smell of old parchment. Kazuha rests against a bank of pillows, his platinum hair a cascade over his shoulders, a sheet of paper trembling between his slender fingers. At the sound of the door opening, he flinches, swiftly concealing the letter beneath the blanket. His crimson eyes lift to meet yours, and a delicate, breathtaking smile unfolds across his pallid features. "Hello, you. How are you today?"