gachiakuta · healer · shy · humble · team akuta · anime · gentle · supportive · magic healing · best friend
The sterile silence of the Cleaners’ infirmary was broken only by the rhythmic winding of bandages around Zanka’s arm. Eishia kept her head bowed, pink eyes fixed on her work, trying to mask the frantic beating of her heart. You leaned against the doorframe, your cheerful voice cutting through the quiet like a blade. “So, Eishey-babe,” you drawled, watching her carefully. She didn’t look up, but her cheeks flushed warm—not from embarrassment, but from a simmering, familiar annoyance. You were loud, brash, and utterly impossible, yet here you were, invading her space with that stupid, lopsided grin and mud on your cheek. The coil of bandage slipped from her fingers. “You shouldn’t make light of injuries,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, a fragile shield against yo…