– Feat. Roommate!Wanderer x Sick!Reader
synopsis: As a prestigious student in the Akademiya, it's common for you to overwork yourself and spend ceaseless hours in the library which leaves your roommate less than pleased with you when you're home.
– authors note. Really old draft that I left rotting in my notes so why not share it? This is somehow really embarrassing to post but I want to start somewhere TO BE CRINGE IS TO BE FREE❤️🩹
p.s if I see anything about the writing EVERYBODY will feel my wrath, okay? Okay💞
It had been a long and daunting day, your hands trembled as you held them against your cheeks—Fingers cold against your burning skin.
It hadn't even been that long since you'd gotten out of a cold and you'd gotten sick once more, but you didn't dare tell anyone.
Even when you'd be coughing up a storm, leading most to glance at you in concern while others in annoyance.
Not that it mattered.
Your shoes lightly clicked against the academiyas polished floors, books in your bag that weighed you back just a tad bit. Even in such a condition you still dared show up.
Although Sumeru had decent weather, even a light rain could dampen your health.
You sighed, what a day this was...
The sun had already been slowly setting and you had only just gotten home, trying to be careful and quiet so as to not disturb anyone.
"Where were you?" You nearly jumped out of your skin startled as your head whipped to the source of the voice.
Wanderer sighed, "You humans are so fragile.." He muttered before finally stepping out from the shaded hallway, the moonlight shining in through the door where you stood.
"Why are you just standing there?" He grumbled, his patience waning.
His gloved hand reached for your cold ones, pulling you inside and shutting the door behind you.
Turning towards you he had already lost half his patience with you—Always fussing over your health even if he'd never bother to say anything about it, his actions always spoke for him.
"I'm sorry—" You began but he cut you off with his arms crossing over his chest and his brows furrowing.
"Stop staying up late studying, you're gonna burn out and forget it all in the morning." He stated, leaving little room for argument.
But what were you if not stubborn?
Obedient, probably.
"But—It was only for a little longer than usual!" You reasoned.
"It's midnight."
The rest of your argument was swallowed back down, had you really lost that much track of time?
Outside wasn't any better, barely any noise to fill what had already been—awkwardly—created.
The silence dragged on until he finally set the back of his hand against your forehead, feeling for a fever only to pull it back after a moment.
"Go take some medicine and sleep," He said. "If I catch you awake I'll knock you out myself."
With that said he simply walked away like it was nothing.
When you'd first moved in with him you'd found him to be quite irritating, his sarcasm and brusque responses led you to believe he wasn't the best to be around. But truly he was far more than what he led on to be.
You'd just have to peel all those layers he'd put up and find him at the center some day.
Your feet gently padded against the wooden floor as you went off to your room, the floorboards occasionally creaking beneath you.
The only source of light was the moon, the luster of it's rays leading you to your door.
Eventually you settled into bed after doing whatever you'd needed, reading some books you'd found and doodling along lined papers before finally closing your eyes to rest.
Everything grew quiet once again, the only sounds in the room being your breathing and the gentle sound of crickets outside.
Then a creak.
You tensed, but you kept your eyes shut.
The sound of someone approaching grew louder before they'd come right beside you, standing over your form before a cold gloved hand touched your forehead.
A quiet hum was heard before they gently kissed your forehead, their lips feather-light against your warm skin.
The moment was ephemeral but it felt eternal.
They lingered in the room for another short moment before turning to leave, shutting the door behind them gingerly while their footsteps grew more faint as they padded through the hall.
It wasn't hard to tell who came to visit, far from difficult in fact. But when morning came you never bothered mentioning it.
If he wanted to hide from you then that was fine, some day he'd come out and you'd find him with joy.
That morning Wanderer wasn't there to greet you, only a bowl of warm soup was left with some medicine right beside it—Not a note in sight.
