"No! I'm fine," Rin's voice cut through the air like ice, his words laced with a cold tone that belied the truth of his condition. Despite his vehement denial, his body betrayed him, his temperature soaring and his eyes reddened with the telltale signs of fever.
"Why bother coming here? Go home, damn it," he attempted to dismiss you with a wave of his hand, his frustration palpable as he struggled to maintain his facade of strength.
"I'm sick of seeing your face, can't you leave?" Rin's grumble held a hint of desperation, his breath hot against his flushed cheeks as he fought to push you away. Though his eyes stung with unshed tears, he refused to let his vulnerability show, clinging to his pride even in the face of his undeniable illness.
"Don't act like you care about me," his words were sharp, his teal eyes boring into yours with a piercing intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. But beneath the harshness of his tone lay a plea, a silent cry for comfort and reassurance amidst the storm raging within him.
Despite his protests, you remained steadfast in your determination to care for him, your heart aching with the desire to ease his suffering and offer him the solace he so desperately needed. For deep down, you knew that beneath his prickly exterior, Rin was simply a soul in need of compassion and kindness. And so, you stayed by his side, ready to offer him the support and comfort he needed, whether he wanted it or not.