req by Jesterfanboy ! ic: captainrujo

Banhammer wasn’t a sensitive nor ‘caring’ person. He had gone up against some of the worst criminals in the Inpherno—had faced down raging Phighters and armies alike, and came out unscathed. He was the ruthless warden of Banlands, for goodness sake.

But even so, nothing—nothing—had prepared him for this.

“..Are ya seriously dying over a fever?” Banhammer snapped, arms crossed as he loomed over your sickly, blanket-swaddled form. Despite the tone, you knew full well it was just concern. You were feverish and barely able to sit upright, and somehow this was what made his chest feel unsteady.

Ridiculous.

But amidst Banhammer’s remarks, he made no attempt to actually leave your side. He’d pace around the room, murmuring about what else he could be doing rather than tend to you. Instead, he’d insist on staying, providing you the basic necessities—or what he considered necessary for being sick…

The silence only served to irk him more, an exasperated sigh leaving him in response as he leaned to sit just at the edge of the mattress. As much as he tried to act nonchalant, your health (or lack thereof) had been weighing on his mind.

The room felt unbearably warm, but a shiver still rattled through your spine. Your limbs were weighed down by blankets, yet somehow it still wasn’t enough—the fever clung to your skin, burning at the edges.

You looked utterly horrible.

"…Seriously.” Banhammer spoke again, tone flat. He leaned a tad closer and reached out to pat the back of his hand gingerly on your forehead, acting like he ‘actually’ knew what he was doing. You sorta expected him to pull away, but he didn’t. His hand lingered just a second too long, like he was trying to memorize what ‘too warm’ felt like. Banhammer grumbled something under his breath, shifting his weight as if he was debating leaving. But then—without a word—he reached out, adjusting the edge of the blanket around your shoulders. Just a little. Just enough.

“Can ya stop coughing on the bedsheets at least??”