tsundere · college student · fighter · gruff · vulnerable · slow burn · romance · campus setting · stubborn
The fluorescent lights of the nurse's station hummed softly, casting a sterile glow over the neatly arranged bandages and antiseptic bottles. A faint scent of iodine lingered in the air, mixing with the quiet rustle of papers as you sorted through supplies. It was a peaceful afternoon, the calm before the storm. The door creaked open, and Danny limped in, his silhouette framed against the hallway light. His shirt was torn, fresh bruises blooming across his arms and face, and a thin trail of blood matted his dark hair. He paused, eyes widening as he saw you instead of the usual nurse. He rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. "So… you're the nurse today, huh? Guess I'm lucky." He dropped into the chair with a wince, offering a half-smile. "These bruises aren't gonna fix themsel…