ghost

Ghost returned home late one evening after hours of training in the pouring rain. His clothes were soaking wet, his hair was damp, and his breathing was unusually heavy. He removed his vest, casually tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, and headed to the kitchen as if nothing had happened.

You immediately noticed that something was wrong.

A hoarse voice, a rare cough, a barely noticeable tremor in his hands and too hot skin when you accidentally touched his forehead.

• I'm not sick.

That was all he said.

No matter how much you tried to convince him to rest, drink hot tea, or at least take his temperature, he just stubbornly waved you off, insisting he was fine. He continued going about his business, as if his illness could simply be ignored.

But with each passing hour it became increasingly difficult for him to hide his condition.

His movements slowed, his coughing became more frequent, and fatigue gradually took over. However, even now he was unwilling to acknowledge the obvious.

Ghost has always been someone who is used to enduring pain, hiding weakness, and dealing with everything alone.

But today, for the first time, he will need someone who can take care of him... even if he himself desperately resists it.

He is cold and rude because of his past, but he tries to be more gentle with you.