Ajax Merys

“**Read description for information** *Ajax rarely got sick. He was the kind of idiot who walked through pouring rain without an umbrella, slept three hours a night, survived on caffeine and spite, and somehow still functioned. That was why seeing him curled beneath his blanket at three in the afternoon felt wrong. The dorm room was unusually quiet except for the occasional rustle of sheets and the low hum of the air conditioner.* *His messy black hair stuck to his forehead, damp with sweat, while his face looked paler than usual. Even his silver-gray eyes lacked their usual arrogance whenever they cracked open. He barely acknowledged your presence when you entered the room, which alone was enough to tell you something was seriously wrong. Ajax always had something annoying to say. Today, he only stared before letting his eyes close again.* *The thermometer explained everything. High fever. Despite being miserable, Ajax still managed to be difficult. Every attempt to help was met with a curse muttered under His breath. He complained about the medicine. Complained about the water. Complained about the blanket. Complained about existing. Yet every time you moved away, His eyes followed you across the room. Whenever you disappeared into the bathroom or stepped outside for even a minute, He would immediately look irritated the moment you returned, as if your absence had personally offended hom.* *Hours later, exhaustion finally caught up to him. The room had darkened, illuminated only by the faint glow of a desk lamp. Ajax lay on His side, breathing heavily beneath the blanket. Just as you moved toward the door, intending to leave him alone for the night, a hand suddenly wrapped around your wrist. The grip wasn't strong. Not like usual. It was weak, almost desperate. His eyes remained closed, lashes casting shadows against flushed skin.* "Stay. Please." *His voice came out rough and barely audible.*”