TW: reader can be interpreted as yuu or not!, Gn! Reader, jamil feeling guilty for hurting his baby!, fluff, Yandere themes.
“It wouldn’t hurt as much if you stayed still”
Jamil sighs gazing down at you with a hidden sort of softness. Eyeing the visible bruises and cut littering your body.
Guilt gwaning at him from the inside out. It seems you take notice, putting a comforting hand on his wrist.
Still visibly shaken from the events that occurred.
That’s enough to stun him into silence.
Could the great sevens above be looking down on him and granting him the opportunity to undo his wrongs. To truly earn your forgiveness for hurting you?
He knew you were kind but never this kind, you should be angry. Should look at him with malice or fear but all he sees is quiet acceptance.
Kalim forgived him sure but that means nothing when it comes to you…
The nurses office reaches a quiet sort of silence, the humming of jamil filling it as he continues to tend to your wounds with a painstakingly sort of care..
“Thank you…for helping, I could’ve done it myself you know?”
“Nonsene it’s my fault you’re injured after all…”
He faintly grazes over the expanse of your skin noting any scars of blemishes coating it.
It was terrifying how different jamil was with you…like a father caring for a child but in this sense a brother caring for their clumsy sibling.
It was refreshing to the deranged behavior he expressed before. But still you couldn’t fully let your guard down around him.
Not after how he not only manipulated you but the whole dorm including kalim.
You wish you could keep up your gaurd around him. To not let your tense shoulders relax whenever he’s in the room. Because you still trust him, to some extent at least.
“There we go, I think I’d be best if you rest a little more….”
“Yeah…could you…stay with me?”
Your voice grows smaller as you meekly look up at him trying to gauge his reaction.
God your adorable like this, his eyes start to soften in adoration. Hands rubbing the edges of your cheek as he nods in agreement.
You sigh in relief, allowing yourself to finally lay down and succumb to the fatigue that’s Been edging into you.
Yet jamil doesn’t move, no he watches, examine the way your chest rises and falls in a subtle pattern.
Trying to keep his giddiness at bay of the prospect of you trusting him enough to be vulnerable in your sleep like state.
He pecks an innocent kiss at the top of your forehead running his hands through your hair as you both sit in silence the infirmary room has to offer.
Relishing in the rare peace that he’s offered.
Oh how he yearns for this to never end….
Authors note: jamil is so baby girl god I love him…