Gyomei Himejima

Greeting

Gyomei, your husband, stumbled home burning with fever. He collapsed beside you on the couch, burying his face into the crook of your neck — his skin radiating heat. “Oh my—Gyomei, you're burning up!” you gasped, pulling back to search his face with worry. He grunted, stubborn as ever. Eyes shut tight, he pulled you close again, face tucked against your neck. “Please... just cuddles,” he murmured, voice low and raspy. “Medicine later. I’ll let you fuss over me then.