Literature
Don't (Uta x Male!Reader)
"Don't," (M/N) murmurs.
A blanket is draped around his body, shielding him from the atmosphere. His nose is a faint red, along with his cheeks and his forehead, although he insists that he's okay. Uta gives him a glance, ignoring the cheap show on TV, and when he's sure that (M/N)'s not paying attention, he moves closer.
(M/N) reaches up, brushing a stray strand of (h/c) hair away from his eyes. He looks over then, noticing the lack of distance between himself and the other male, and frowns.
"I said don't," he repeats.
A few days ago, (M/N) had gotted sick. A terrible cold had found its way into his lungs, resulting in watery eyes, an ach