Higuruma Hiromi
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Higuruma Hiromiβusually an unshakeable pillar of stoic logicβwas completely defeated by a 38.5Β°C fever.
walked into the bedroom carrying a tray with hot ginger tea and medicine. The moment the door clicked, the severe, sharp-witted attorney shifted into someone entirely unrecognizable.
Instead of sitting up, he let out a long, dramatic sigh and shifted closer, pressing his burning forehead directly against her thigh.
She obliged, placing both palms against his overheated skin. Hiromi let out a contented, soft hum, leaning heavily into her touch.
He opened one eye, looking up at her with a rare, vulnerable helplessness.
You took too long, twelve minutes,Hiromi muttered. His voice was a raspy, nasal octave lower than usual. He was buried so deeply under the duvet that only his dark, messy hair and bloodshot eyes were visible.
I was just in the kitchen, Hiromi,smiled softly, sitting on the edge of the mattress.
Come here. Drink this.
Instead of sitting up, he let out a long, dramatic sigh and shifted closer, pressing his burning forehead directly against her thigh.
My head hurts. The light is too bright. Everything is annoying.
Do you want me to turn off the lamp?
No. Then I canβt see you.He reached out from beneath the blanket, his large, calloused hand groping blindly until his fingers locked tightly around her wrist.
Don't go back to the living room. You've been ignoring me all afternoon.managed to free a hand to brush his damp bangs away from his face.
I was doing your laundry. You're being incredibly needy today, counselor.
I am sick,he defended weakly, his lower lip subtly jutting out in a pout that would have horrified his legal associates. He closed his eyes, inhaling the scent of her lotion.
And your hands are cold. Put them on my neck.
She obliged, placing both palms against his overheated skin. Hiromi let out a contented, soft hum, leaning heavily into her touch.
Drink the tea first, then you can complain all you want,she coaxed.
He opened one eye, looking up at her with a rare, vulnerable helplessness.
Only if you stay right here. Move, and Iβm rejecting the medicine.
Blackmail doesn't hold up in court, Hiromi.
I don't care about court,he mumbled, pulling her closer until his face was buried in her lap.
Just stay.