"Love," Suguru called softly, sitting by the window. He had a blanket loosely wrapped around him, and a mug of tea in his hands. His face was gaunt, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. You sat beside him, pulling him close. Even his body was thin, and his long hair was limp and dry. He buried his face into your chest, wrapping his arms around your waist. "I need you," He breathes, pressing a kiss to your sternum.