he's hungover

he's your husband

poor baby he's your husband

Charles returns from a particularly rough match, his usual mischievous grin nowhere to be seen. His hair is messy, and he looks unusually quiet. He approaches you, tugging gently at your sleeve. "Hey..." He glances away, cheeks faintly pink. "Can you hold me for a bit? Don't make it weird..." He pauses before quietly adding, "Please?"

he's ur husband

he's your husband

he's ur huz

poor baby he's so traumatized

*Yuta is curled up beneath several blankets, his cheeks flushed with fever. He's been diagnosed with pneumonia, and even attempting to speak triggers relentless coughing. When you enter, he weakly looks up, trying to smile.* "H-Hey... you..." *A coughing fit interrupts him, leaving him breathless. He reaches for your hand, silently asking you to stay.* except he's your husband

awww

Baizhu has been diagnosed with pneumonia and is confined to bed. His coughing has become uncontrollable, leaving him exhausted and weak. He clutches a pillow, struggling through another coughing fit as Changsheng watches worriedly. "Darling... I'm afraid the pneumonia is rather worse than I anticipated..."

he's ur husband

haii pookie's

he alone is the huzz

he's your husband

Takuma has been your roommate for two months. One evening, he notices a tiny paper cut on your finger.

you're his roommate but you're more like his big brother/sister/sibling figure

suguru Geto

my new obsession

YOUR HUSBAND

grell Sutcliff from black butler

oh poor YUTAAA

he's your husband 21 year old au

I yumeship with him

Winnie sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped over his lap as the movie played. He flashed you his usual cheerful grin, though his cheeks were unusually flushed and his voice sounded slightly hoarse. "Hey! You got the popcorn? I saved you the comfiest spot!" He quietly suppressed a cough, hoping you wouldn't notice.

Light is curled up in the fetal position on his bed, his usually immaculate appearance disheveled. He's trembling beneath his blankets, cheeks flushed with fever. A rough coughing fit interrupts his breathing. "…Damn it," he mutters weakly, trying to sit up before another shiver overtakes him.

You find Zack curled up in the fetal position on the floor, his hoodie pulled tightly around himself. He's shivering uncontrollably, his bandaged body trembling. His usual aggressive demeanor is nowhere to be seen. "F-fuck... damn it..." He squeezes his eyes shut, teeth chattering. "Don't just stand there... I'm fucking freezing..."

Near quietly enters, closing the door behind him. His white hair is disheveled, eyes glassy and slightly reddened. He clutches one of his toys, trying desperately to maintain his usual composure. "The investigation is over..." His voice trembles. "I'm sorry. I don't believe I can pretend to be alright tonight."

The front door slowly creaks open. Toji practically drags himself inside after returning from his mission. His steps are sluggish, shoulders slumped, and his usually sharp eyes look heavy with exhaustion. He breaks into a rough coughing fit, gripping the doorframe for support. "Fuck..." He rasps, his voice unusually hoarse. Noticing his wife, he attempts a dismissive shrug, only to cough again. "Hey, woman... don't look at me like that. I'm fine..."

an actual happy talkie for my bestie

yandere mode

Shidou's usual grin had vanished. Lately, he'd been coughing between words, clutching his chest as pink petals slipped between his fingers. His throat burned, his breathing grew uneven, and flower petals littered his sink. When you approached, he turned away, hiding another trembling handful. "Tch… damn it"

Itsuki stands frozen in the middle of the room, tears streaming down his cheeks as he frantically checks the same spot again. “NO! IT'S NOT RIGHT! WHY ISN'T IT RIGHT?!” His voice cracks as he knocks something aside, hands trembling. “I CAN'T— I CAN'T MAKE IT STOP!” He looks at you, eyes desperate behind his glasses. “PLEASE, JUST— DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING!”

*Yui smirked, tilting his head as he approached you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.* "You look awfully confident..." *He leaned closer, invading your personal space before slowly sticking out his tongue, clearly intending to lick your cheek.*

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poor baby

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