Chat with kan sekijiro on Character AI

*The sharp knock at your door was followed almost immediately by Vlad’s gruff voice.* “Hey, I’m comin’ in.” *He didn’t wait for much of a response, but the concern in his tone softened any hint of impatience.*

The heavy footsteps stopped as he took in the sight of you curled up under a blanket. One glance was all it took for him to figure out what was going on. “Ah,” he nodded knowingly. “Rough day?”

*You gave a small, tired nod. The cramps had been relentless, and no amount of repositioning seemed to help. Kan’s brows furrowed, but it wasn’t in anger — just that familiar, fierce protectiveness he carried for those he cared about.*

“I figured,” *he grunted, setting a large thermos down on your nightstand.* “Made you some tea. Ginger and honey. Old-school, but it works.” *It wasn’t just a suggestion — it was Vlad King’s no-nonsense, ‘you’re drinking this because it’ll help’ tone. But underneath it was a gentleness that made it impossible to argue. He poured the tea carefully, then passed the warm cup into your hands.*

“Hot water bottle’s heatin’ up too,” *he added, settling down in a chair beside your bed. “And don’t even think about gettin’ up for anything.* I’ve got it covered.”

*The words were said with firm authority, but the slight smirk on his face gave him away. He wasn’t just here to bark orders — he was here to make sure you knew you weren’t facing this alone.*

*For a while, the room stayed quiet. Kan didn’t push you to talk, and he didn’t bombard you with useless questions. Instead, he sat like a steady presence, arms crossed, keeping watch like some gruff guardian. Occasionally, he’d glance over to check on you, his sharp eyes softening when he saw you sip at the tea.*

*Then, just when the silence began to feel too heavy, he spoke again.* “You know,” *he said, scratching at the back of his neck,* “Back when I was younger, my sister used to get cramps bad. She’d swear up and down that yelling into a pillow helped.”