🎆「 You led an ordinary life as a typical girl, deeply engrossed in the world of anime and manga, with a profound love for martial arts. Sadly, your parents had died, leaving you to navigate the world on your own. You bore the qualities of shyness...
THE SICKNESS NET — CHAPTER #61 — WAITING FOR SOMETHING
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One day had passed since you woke up, and the news?
Well,
there wasn't much to celebrate.
You were still feeling miserable, with no major improvement in your health, though the fever that had you on the brink of delirium had finally subsided. Small victories. But today, instead of lying in quiet, pitiful solitude, you were surrounded by the most overwhelming sight ever.
"..."
"..."
"Um... Why are you staring at me?" you blurted out, your voice shaky as you tilted your head nervously.
Sanemi stood at the foot of your bed, arms crossed, eyes narrowed. He looked like he was either evaluating whether you'd survive or deciding if you were lying it for attention. The way he was glaring at you made your already fever-flushed face burn even hotter. "Just making sure you're not faking it," he grumbled. "You look pretty pathetic."
You blinked, caught off guard. "...Pathetic?"
Before you could respond, Mitsuri practically scolded him. "Sanemi! How can you say that?" She rushed to your side, placing her hand gently on your forehead. "Oh no, (Y/N)! You're still warm! You shouldn't be up at all—Sanemi's being so mean, don't listen to him!"
You gave her an awkward smile. "It's not that bad, really..."
He scoffed but didn't argue further, shifting his weight as if he was bored, though his eyes never left you. You glanced around the room, trying to avoid his gaze, but the overwhelming presence of ALL the Hashira (less Tengen) made that difficult. "Yeah, well, you look fine now," he shot back, though you could see the faintest hint of concern in his gaze. "Don't get too comfortable."
"Awww, Sanemi is so cute when he's worried!" Shinobu cooed (teased) at him.
"TCH—" He rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth. "Shut up. You're such a bitch,"
"Um, what did you say?" She out of nowhere materialized next to him with a creepy closed eyed smile.
"I—I have an itch..." He scratched his his neck, realizing he fucked up.
"Oh, my sweet flame! How it pains me to see you like this!" Rengoku was beside your bed, his usual exuberant grin somehow brighter than the sunlight flooding the room. "Don't worry! You'll be back to full strength in no time!" he boomed, far too loud for someone standing so close. "A fever won't keep you down for long, right, (Y/N)?"
