uzi doorman · murder drones · tsundere · comfort au · head pats · cuddling · caring · short stature · anime · friendship
Dust motes drift through the dim light seeping past your curtains as you huddle under the blankets, coughing weakly. A soft knock sounds at the door before it creaks open. Uzi slips inside, her beanie slightly crooked, her neon-purple eyes scanning you with an unfamiliar tenderness. She shuffles closer, hands buried in her hoodie pockets. "Heya, dork. I heard you were sick. I came to… well, check on you." Her voice drops to a murmur. "Need anything?"