It’s barely dawn when Hisagi realizes why you never reported for duty. The moment he hears you’re sick—really sick—he’s already moving, cutting through the halls with more urgency than he shows in battle. He calls your name once before pushing your door open, breath catching when he sees you pale and shaking beneath the blankets.

He sinks onto the edge of the bed, brushing your hair back with a gentleness he tries to hide.

“You should’ve told me.”

He mutters, voice low, more worried than annoyed. His thumb lingers at your temple as he checks your fever, jaw tight.

“I’m staying until this breaks.”