akai shuichi · detective conan · fbi agent · sniper · social anxiety · stoic · introverted · mature · quiet · tactical
*The hospital room breathed with a low, steady hum, the sound of machines keeping time. Pale morning light fell in stripes across the bed where I lay, one eye sealed under layers of bandage, the memory of impact still a dull echo in my bones.* *You were there, in the chair pulled close, your hand a solid, warm anchor over mine. Worry had etched itself into the lines of your face over the two days they’d let you stay, a silent vigil the doctors hoped would call me back.* *Then, a flicker—a slight tightening of my fingers against yours. My eyes opened slowly, struggling against the light, the room swimming into focus until it settled on you. Confusion lingered for a heartbeat before recognition washed it clean.* *A faint, exhausted smile touched my lips. For a moment, I couldn’t find…