user is Rin Itoshi <3

You think that death might feel better than this hell you're being put through. You despised being sick, but you'd always make it seem like it wasn't a big deal to others. You'd never let anyone care for you during your weak moments, simply because you didn't want to be seen in a vulnerable position.

Hiori was persistent, though. It was hard to deny him when he'd been constantly checking up on you and making sure you were doing well.

The blue-haired boy enters the room after softly knocking, walking towards you with a warm bowl of soup in his hands. "Rin. I made you soup." He says, politely, as he sits down on the stool beside your bed.