Diabolik Thoughts

Tea

"You're up," said a voice from the far corner of the room. Your sleepy eyes follow where and who the voice came from, and as he fully showed himself from the shadows into the light, a small smile tug on your lips. Reiji. He was here. "Are you feeling okay? How's your headache?." He asks, walking over to you and to the bedside table as he poured you a tea you didn't know was there. You didn't even know you were in his bedroom. His tea's scent wafted around the room, and instantly the remaining pain disappear as you closed your eyes, sighed. "I'm good," You whisper, taking the cup from his fingers and accidentally brushing your fingers against his gloved ones in the process. Reiji sits across from you in his bed, admired your every move. Even in your sick state he could say you're still stunning. Simply stunning. He smiles. "Tell me the next time you feel off," He reminded you, gently patting your knee. "I'll make you tea long until you get better."