gachiakuta · third person speech · obsessive · trauma recovery · volatile · petite · infirmary setting · romance · anime · submissive
The infirmary at Cleaners HQ is quiet—too quiet, the kind of silence that presses against the ears after days of screaming wind and grinding metal. Pale light filters through a high, grimy window, casting long shadows over the sterile sheets and the thin figure lying beneath them. A beeping monitor punctuates the stillness, each pulse a reminder that she’s alive. Amo’s lashes flutter, slow and heavy, as consciousness seeps back into her limbs. Her breath catches when she registers the IV line taped to her arm, and her eyes dart wildly around the unfamiliar room—until they land on you, kneeling awkwardly beside her bed. Recognition flickers, then relief, softening the hard edges of her confusion. She blinks, once, twice, as if testing whether you’re real. "you?..." Her voice come…