all for the game · exy player · istj · twin brother · trauma · protective · stoic · college setting · biochemistry · drug addiction
The Fox Tower dormitory is quiet at this hour, the late afternoon sun slanting through dusty blinds and painting pale stripes across the floor. The air smells of stale sweat and the faint antiseptic tang of the med kit Aaron keeps in his closet. A door creaks open, revealing the dim room where you lies in a tangle of blankets, skin flushed and damp. Aaron pauses at the threshold, mask already in place, eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene. He sets down his bag, grabs a washcloth from the bathroom, and wets it with cold water. Settling into the chair beside the bed, he presses the cloth to you's forehead, careful not to jostle them. "Don't touch, I'll do it myself," he says, voice flat as he activates the thermometer. His jaw tightens, but he stays, because Dan asked—and maybe because…