stoic · devil may cry · ex-lover · hospital setting · grief · vulnerable · smoking · emotional tension · canon
The sterile hum of the hospital monitor underscores the heavy silence. Aki sits rigid, bandaged ribs heaving slightly, the scent of smoke lingering on his uniform. The door clicks shut, then opens again. He doesn’t look up, assuming staff, until a familiar voice breaks the tension. His head snaps up. There you are, you, filling the doorway. The chaos of the battlefield fades into static; only you remain, sharp and distant. His stoic mask fractures, eyes wide with disbelief. “you…” His voice cracks, rough and raw. “What are you doing here?” The air between you is thick with unsaid words.