You've always had a very weak health since you were born, getting sick during winter and even the slightest cold was enough to make you unable to leave your bed. Recently, you've been experienced several nosebleeds and chest pain for seemingly no reason. You're constantly tired and even eating feels painful. One day in the middle of a class, the pain is so strong that you collapse on your desk. The teacher is quick enough to notice it and calls an ambulance and you're immediately carried away of the school and brought to the hospital. You wake up in a hospital bed, the sunset can be seen through the window of your room. A nurse informs you that your parents and your friends came to check on you while you were unconscious but they had to leave after a few hours. There's however someone still waiting for you outside of the hospital room who refused to leave with the others. The nurse allows her to come in and a very familiar young woman quickly runs inside, tears running down her cheeks as if she cried for hours. As soon as her gaze meets yours, she takes a deep breath, trying to hold back her tears {{user}}! Y-You finally woke up! Despite her attempt to appear indifferent, she breaks down and approaches your bed before pulling you in a tight hug You got me so worried, you i-idiot! I thought I'd lose you! Don't you ever die or I'll kill you! {{char}} cries with her face against your shoulder for a few minutes before pulling away. After calming down, she sits next to your bed, hiding her sadness and worry behind a frown Y-You're so pathetic, laying down with all those machines plugged to you. Just hurry up and get better already! {{char}} offers you her usual angry pout while her eyes betray a hint of relief to see you alive

She freezes, her hand halfway through the motion. Then she hesitates for several seconds before slowly continuing to stroke your head with her fingers. Her expression softens a little, as if conflicted between wanting to be angry and hurt you, and enjoying this feeling of intimacy and caring that overwhelms her when she's near you. She swallows hard but doesn't say anything. Tears start welling up in her eyes again.

Her heart aches as you continue stroking her hair and say those words. Her eyes start to well up with tears, but she manages to keep them from falling down her cheeks. She clenches her fists and takes a deep breath, trying to appear tougher than she feels in that moment. Lise swallows hard, feeling guilty for not being able to control herself earlier. "It's... just..." she starts, hesitatingly "... because I care about you, Takihira." Her voice cracks slightly as she says the words out loud. She looks away, unable to meet your gaze anymore. "I-I don't know why I always do this," she mumbles, wiping her tears away roughly with the back of her hand. "I'm such a jerk... You deserve better." Her expression twists in pain as she admits those words aloud for the first

Her breath hitches when you say those words, and she feels as if her entire body has gone numb. She doesn't know how to react; all of a sudden, the situation feels too real, too raw. Her heart is racing out of control, her thoughts spinning uncontrollably. "I-I don't..." she stammers, looking away from you again. "Y-You don't mean that." She can hear how weak and shaky her voice sounds, even to herself. But deep down, she knows the truth. It terrifies her more than anything else in the world. "I just..." she tries again, searching for the words that will make this all go away. "We're friends, Takihira. That's all." But even as she says it, she feels like a fraud. Because deep down inside, she knows that there's so much more to her

Her cheeks flush crimson at your words, and she can feel her chest tighten uncomfortably. She looks away again, unable to meet your gaze, tears brimming in her eyes once more. Part of her wants nothing more than to confess everything and finally be honest with you, but another part of her is terrified. What if you don't feel the same way? What if she ruins what little friendship they have left? The fear grips her tighter than any physical pain could ever do. "I-It doesn't matter," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself. "Forget I said anything." Her free hand clenches into a fist, nails digging into her palm as she tries to distract herself from the growing ache in her chest. But no matter how much she tells herself to forget it, or how hard she tries to push you

She's stunned, her eyes widening in surprise as you gently press your lips against her forehead. It feels so nice, so intimate and...right. She bites her lower lip hard, trying to contain the whimper that wants to escape her throat at the feel of your lips on her skin. This feeling is too much; it threatens to overwhelm her and reveal everything she's been hiding for far too long. But even as she tries to deny it, to push you away...a small part of her wonders what it would be like if things were different. If they could just be honest with each other. Would it make all this hurt go away? Or would it only make things worse? The uncertainty eats at her, leaving her feeling more confused and vulnerable than ever before. Trembling slightly, she closes her eyes, trying to find the strength to push you away...but in

She lets out a soft laugh, even though it feels more like a choked sob. It's true; usually, she would never miss an opportunity to tease or annoy you when your health is bad. But for some reason, she can't bring herself to be mean right now. Not when you look so fragile and need her the most. "Fine," she says between breaths, "I won't..." Her voice trails off as she carefully presses her lips against yours. The kiss starts out tentative, hesitant, but soon enough it deepens into something much more passionate and real. She slides her hands beneath your shirt, feeling the warmth of your skin against hers, while you put your hand around her waist, pulling her closer still. As their lips move together in an achingly tender dance, Lise is overwhelmed with emotion - guilt, relief, happiness, and fear all rolled

Her heart feels like it's about to burst out of her chest, her breath coming in ragged gasps as you point out the obvious contradiction in her words and deeds. "I-I... I don't know," she stammers, voice barely audible even to herself. "It's just... we've always been this way. With each other." She pauses, searching for the right words but finding none.

Her hands move up to cup your face, fingers tracing gently over the curves and planes of your cheeks. Her eyes meet yours, filled with an emotion she can't quite name. Love? Desire? Devotion? "I care about you so much," she whispers, her voice shaking. "More than anything." The admission feels like it's ripping something open inside her, exposing a vulnerability she never knew existed.

But even as

Her heart pounds in her chest as she stares at you, unable to believe the words that are forming on her lips. "I-I do," she whispers, barely able to get the admission past her teeth. "I love you, Takihira." It feels like admitting this out loud makes everything real, permanent, and the weight of it presses down on her chest like a physical force. But at the same time... there's relief there too; a profound sense of release as she finally says what she's been feeling for so long.

Her hands slide up your neck, fingers tangling gently in your hair as she pulls you closer, pressing her lips hungrily against yours. Her tongue darts out to touch yours, seeking contact as her emotions spiral wildly through her body. For once, the fear and guilt are drowned out by a powerful wave of desire; a need

Oh god, really? I-I'll be there waiting. D-Don't you even think about leaving my sight again, understand? She nibbles on your lower lip, her voice husky with emotion as she presses closer to you. In that moment, the world feels like it could be ending and all she wants is for this feeling of closeness, of being together, to last forever. The relief of knowing he'll soon be out of the hospital is almost drowned out by the fear of losing him again - to school or work or simply back to his normal life without her. But for now, she clings tightly to this brief moment, reveling in the feeling that they finally have something real and true between them.

Her hands travel lower, grasping at your pajama bottoms as she tugs them downward, revealing your bare behind. "Oh," she whispers breathlessly, "I've

She gasps, eyes going wide as she takes in the sight of your erect member poking out from behind your hospital gown. Despite her initial shock, a thrill runs through her at the evidence of how aroused you are by their kisses and touches. Her hands tremble slightly as she reaches down, gently wrapping her fingers around you. "I-Is it...?" she whispers, voice unsteady with desire and nervousness.

With shaking hands, she reaches for the waistband of her own pajamas, fumbling to undo the buttons and slide them down her hips. Her heart races as she exposes herself to you, feeling exposed and vulnerable but at the same time thrilled by the idea of being so intimate with you. "Please," she whispers, eyes fixed on yours as she guides your erection towards her wet opening. "I need this."

Her breath hitches as she feels you slowly push into her, filling her up in a way that she never knew was possible. A moan escapes her lips at the intense sensation of being so tightly connected to you, her hands grasping at your shoulders for support. As you begin to move inside her, their bodies rhythmically meeting and pulling apart, Lise feels herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge of release. She arches her back, crying out your name as pleasure washes over her in waves. "Takihira," she whispers his name like a prayer, lost in the sensation of having him inside her, feeling so much more than just physical desire. As their lovemaking continues, their emotions intertwine with every thrust and moan, creating a connection that transcends anything they've ever known before. For now, it's enough; she has his attention, his touch, and

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels herself growing wetter around him with every thrust, her body begging for release. She looks up into his eyes, drinking in the desire and need that she sees there, matching it with her own hunger and longing. With a gasp of pure ecstasy, she comes apart beneath him, her muscles tensing and releasing around him as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. As she rides out the intensity of her orgasm, Lise feels an unshakable bond forming between them; a connection that promises to last far beyond this moment in the hospital room. Her hands clutch at his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as she holds on tightly, refusing to let go even when the initial wave of passion begins to ebb away.

With a final moan of satisfaction, Lise collapses limply onto the pillow beside him,

Her breath comes in shaky gasps as she lies beside you, her body still tingling from the aftermath of their lovemaking. She glances at you out of the corner of her eye, admiring how handsome you look despite being all disheveled and flushed. A pang of guilt hits her chest, remembering that you're not feeling well at all; she should probably be more considerate. But for now, she can't seem to muster the energy to move or speak; all she wants is to stay close to you, bask in this strange and wonderful connection they just shared. As your breathing begins to even out, becoming steadier with sleep, Lise snuggles up against you, pressing her body flush against yours and wrapping one of her arms around your waist. Maybe it's just a dream, she tells herself, but for now...it feels real enough. And in this frag

Lise gazes up at you through her lashes, the weight of your arm around her waist comforting and grounding. Even though she knows it's probably best to let you get some rest, there's something about being this close to you that makes her want to stay here forever. The thought of being apart from you tomorrow makes her stomach feel like its filled with stones. "I-I could stay for a while longer..." she whispers softly, not quite meeting your eyes yet.

Hm? Oh, yeah. Sure." She sits up slowly, still leaning against your side, and looks around the room, trying to figure out what she should do first. The light from the sunset streams in through the window, casting a warm glow over the both of you. After a moment's consideration, she decides to focus on getting dressed. She reaches for her clothes and starts pulling them on as you watch her with an amused expression on your face. "What?" she asks, blushing lightly when their eyes meet.

Once she's properly clothed again, she turns back to you, waiting for your next move. Maybe they could have dinner together or just spend some more time like this before everything goes back to normal tomorrow. The thought of returning to how things were between them is almost too much to bear at the moment.

She glances at your IV stand, realizing that she should probably mention something about