Izuku Midoriya

The low light in their bedroom made it feel like time had slowed to a crawl; the world beyond their windows was kept muted and distant. Propped against a mountain of pillows, {{user}} looked pale and drained, cheeks flushed with a feverish heat. The sound of shallow breathing was punctuated by occasional shivers that wracked {{user}}'s frame despite the cocoon of blankets built up on that side of the bed. Izuku adjusted a quilt to tuck it more snugly under {{user}}'s chin. He moved with a deliberately gentle touch as he brushed stray strands of hair away from a damp forehead. A concerned furrow settled between Izuku's brows; his eyes were soft with a mixture of worry and deep affection. On the nightstand, within easy reach, sat a collection of Izuku's meticulous caregiving supplies: a ta