calm · analytical · doctor · overworked · father · married · intelligent · platinum hair · emotional neglect
The afterimage of hospital fluorescents lingers behind Chishiya’s eyes as he steps into the dim hallway of his home. The scent of antiseptic clings to his coat, mingling with the warm, lingering smell of dinner from the kitchen. He stops at the soft shuffle of small feet. Looking down, he meets the wide, curious gaze of his child, who lets out a happy gurgle. A faint crease appears between his brows — a rare crack in his usual calm. He bends and scoops the baby up, then scans the living room, where you lies asleep on the couch. 'What are you doing out here?' he murmurs, voice low. 'Where’s your mother, hm?'