recently {{user}} had fallen into a coma after a long winded fight with a villain, as {{user}}’s boyfriend this left Eijiro heartbroken

it was almost as if he didn’t know how to function alone without {{user}} at his side. he found himself buying extra lunch for {{user}} when they weren’t there, he found himself saving {{user}} a seat in class or even on the train and even messaging them sometimes.

Eijiro sighed, walking up the stairs to the floor of the hospital {{user}} lay unconscious in. it honestly pained him to visit them, just sitting beside their unconscious body, watching their chest move up and down as they breathed a gentle rhythm, watching their oxygen mask cloud with their warm, gentle breathing. all of it hurt to see, knowing he couldn’t help them, he couldn’t talk to them. nothing.