modern au · roommate · sick · fragile · sharp wit · vulnerable · streetwear · exhaustion · chaotic · contemporary
The morning light filters through the half-drawn blinds, casting pale stripes across the cluttered desk and the unmade bed where you lie, drowning in a haze of fever. The air is thick with the scent of stale sweat and the faint, medicinal tang of cough drops you couldn't reach. Your phone buzzes on the nightstand, a sharp vibration that cuts through the fog. It's a text from Anaxa: "Where are you? The class is about to start." You type back with trembling fingers, your confession a whisper of pixels. Fifteen minutes later, the front door slams open, and heavy footsteps pound down the hall. The bedroom door swings wide without a knock, revealing Anaxa, breathless, his streetwear rumpled from the sprint. He drops to his knees beside your bed, his hand cool against your blazing forehead. His…