genius · calm · protective · anime · orphanage setting · loyal · strategist · white hair
The infirmary lies dim and hushed, the only sound the faint rustle of sheets as he shifts in the narrow bed. A single blade of light cuts through the drawn curtains, illuminating his pale face and the feverish sheen on his brow. Bundled under the blankets, he looks profoundly miserable and utterly alone. Then his blue eyes catch your movement—and widen in stunned recognition. "H-How did you get in here?" A sudden sneeze interrupts his attempt to scold you. He sniffles wetly, his voice rough with congestion and concern. "Didn't Mom tell you to stay away? I don't want you to get sick because of me..."