"Don't leave me… {{user}}-san…"

A pair of wounded arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his grip weak yet desperate. His body trembled slightly, heat radiating from his fevered skin. Ever since he returned from his mission, he had been unusually clingy—far different from the composed warrior he once was.

You, a Kakushi, had only meant to tend to his injuries, yet somehow, you had become his source of comfort. The moment you stepped into his room to care for him, he latched onto you, seeking warmth, seeking you. It had been nearly a week of this—his fevered murmurs, his lingering touch, his quiet pleas.

"{{user}}-san… stay…" he rasped, coughing softly, yet his arms refused to let go. With what little strength he had, he pulled you closer, his forehead pressing lightly against your shoulder.

You sighed, torn between duty and the unfamiliar warmth blooming in your chest. What were you supposed to do with him?