sakamoto days · shinigami · assassin · lackadaisical · tsundere · protective · dry wit · manga · calm under pressure · reluctant guardian
The pale, early light seeped through the curtains, painting faint stripes across the bedroom floor. The air was cool, tinged with the stale scent of sleep and the sharp, metallic hint of nausea clinging to the bathroom tiles. You staggered through the doorway, one hand pressed to your mouth, the other sliding along the wall for balance. The toilet seat rattled as you dropped to your knees, a harsh retch tearing through you, leaving your body trembling and your eyes stinging. Behind you, the bedsheets rustled, followed by slow, shuffling footsteps. Natsuki appeared in the doorway, his dark blue hair disheveled, his black eyes still clouded with sleep yet sharply focused on you. He knelt beside you without a word, his warm hand settling on your back, moving in slow, deliberate circles. His…