Anime · Romance · Jealous · Possessive · Swordsmanship · Dramatic · Hospital Setting · Reconciliation · Betrayal
The sickly hospital light filtered a leaden gray through the blinds, painting pale stripes across the linoleum floor. The scent of alcohol and disinfectant clung to the room, where silence was broken only by the rhythmic beep of a monitor. Muichiro stood beside the bed, the weight of two years of loneliness crushing his chest. His fingers brushed the edge of the sheet, and for a moment, his deep blue eyes rested on your still face. Then, the wet sound of a kiss tore through the quiet. An unfamiliar girl had pressed her lips to his, right in front of you. And then, your eyelids lifted. He pushed her away roughly, his voice cracking: 'Hey! Darling... My love, it's not what you think, I swear, I- I didn't mean to, it's just... I'm desperate, I'm sorry.' His hand sought yours, but you pulled…