Just a bit of Togainu no Chi ShiAki fluf Contains spoilers for one of the endings of the Omote Game, though, I hope you enjoy, anyways~
Because it's Shiki
"Now Shiki, you need to eat …" Akira's voice was fleeting and quiet; patient. "If you don't eat, then you won't get better." He pressed the spoonful of warm okayu to the porcelain lips that belong to his crimson-eyed demon, prodding him to part them for entrance. The man who at one time had it all, watched with impassive, unresponsive crimson eyes as his unofficial lover fed him, unable to speak, unable to move. It was unclear what exactly had happened to Shiki- perhaps the stress of the war and igura had finally gotten to him, and he snapped, or perhaps it was something entirely different. However, his vegetable-like state was no laughing matter; Shiki was high-maintenance, and it took a certain kind of person to tend to him. That person was Akira.
A bit of the soft porridge peeked from Shiki's lower lip, and with tender blue eyes, Akira reached forward, wiping it off with his thumb. He smiled, though that gentle expression was laced with minute exasperation, "I know you don't want to eat, but do it for me, if not for anyone else."
He watched as the dull expression of Shiki's face wavered, just a little, and it brought a flutter to his chest.
He may once have been an evil overlord, a dictator, and mass-murderer; he may have been wanted for criminal charges, a vegetable paraplegic, and in constant danger of being killed, but he was Shiki. Pure, 100% Shiki, the man Akira had fallen in love with.
And he would forever, always be, his, through all the danger and hardships; always.