𝙁𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙁𝙤𝙧 𝙔𝙤𝙪 (Wind Breaker x Reader)

25: Sick

a/n: sorry for the late update! This whole week i was busy and the exhaustion finally caught up with me. But i am back!! don't forget to comment!!

the setting sun cast long, skeletal shadows across the dilapidated building, highlighting the cracks in the plaster and the peeling paint on sakura's apartment door. It was a monument to neglect, a testament to the struggles that lived within. But the most striking feature was the figure standing outside.

...(y/n)...

her knuckles rapped against the chipped paint of sakura's door, she was one to never anger easily but something about the way the door sagged, the rust clinging to the hinges like a forgotten promise, had made her...furious.

when the door finally creaked open, the monochrome-headed male stood there, his eyes wide with surprise. He was pale, his usually vibrant features dulled by illness. the air around him seemed to crackle with a silent plea for help but he keeps a stubborn front.

(y/n) wasted no time. she pushed past sakura, her gaze sweeping over the desolate apartment. The chipped walls, the empty cabinets, no stove, no food, not a single pot - it was clear to her of sakura's silent struggles. He was a fighter, she knew, but even the most stubborn spirit could be worn down by loneliness and hardship.

the female didn't think the inside could get any worse than she imagined. It was the kind of place that echoed with silence and despair.

"oi, (y/n), what're you doing here?" he sluggishly ask, tumbling into the wall from drowsiness, she hurriedly helps him to his room even though he refused her help, but he stops when the (h/c)-ette gave him her best glare.

as they step into his room, her eyes widen. sakura's room was little more than a futon and a flickering air conditioner. The meagerness of his belongings spoke volumes; no sheets, no clothing with the exception of the ones he has which was barely; no dresser or lamp...

"sakura..." (y/n) mumbles, seeing how he was in the corner, huddled under a thin blanket. His face, etched with pain, was a stark reminder of his vulnerability.

"you're sick," she declared, her voice firm but tinged with concern. sakura was startled as he looks at her with surprise, "it's a good thing i came to check in on you. I had a feeling.." his eyes widen, disbelief on his face. she came all this way...to see how he was doing..?

sakura, ever the brash and stubborn male, tries to brush off her concern, "it's nothing," he mumbled, his voice raspy and weak.

Lies. But (y/n) knew better. she had seen the way he flinched when he moved, the way he coughed, his face contorted with effort. he was fighting, but against a foe more formidable than any opponent he'd faced in the ring. And he was fighting alone.

"you should leave. you shouldn't be here, you can get sick." sakura tells her, coughing into his arm. His lungs rattling with every heave..

the female frowns, huffing as she remains in her spot, crossing her arms just as stubbornly, "i'm not going anywhere!! I came all this way here to take care of you!!" she stated, her eyes unwavering, "you can't just let yourself wither away, not when you have so much potential!!" okay, she was being a lil dramatic...

her words caught sakura off guard. He was used to fighting his battles alone, his pride preventing him from asking for help. but (y/n)'s fierce determination, her refusal to let him wither away and suffer alone, touched a chord within him.

with a sigh, sakura allowed (y/n) to take charge, too tired to argue with her and also knowing she probably won't leave now.

it's only been a day after the fight with keel and the female had noticed sakura was sluggish and not his usual self. that was when she decided to ask the school (she realized there was an adult in the building) for sakura's address and they happily given it to her, not even asking or questioning why...