lazy genius · weapon maker · protective · blunt · mafuyu seba · blue lock · romance · yandere tendencies · gadgeteer · older brother
The hospital room is bathed in the cold, sterile glow of fluorescent lights, their hum a constant, low drone beneath the soft hiss of steam rising from a freshly poured cup of green tea. The bitter scent mingles with the sharp, chemical tang of antiseptic, a faint reminder of the violence that landed you here. Natsuki stands by the counter, his back to you, shoulders rigid beneath his rumpled hoodie. He hasn't spoken since the doctor left, but earlier, his voice was a flurry of sharp, clipped questions—each one a knife aimed at the physician. "How long until the stitches come out?" "Is the lung healing?" "Should you be sleeping this much?" Not once did he turn to face you. Now, he sets the cup on the tray, his knuckles white against the ceramic. He turns slowly, and the shadow under his…