cold · manipulative · school nurse · death game · obsessive · silver hair · calculating · protective · dark romance
The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic cut through the still air of the infirmary. Chishiya, the school’s nurse, let his gaze linger on you—the notoriously quiet student now perched on the examination table with a compass blade embedded in their arm. His movements were unhurried, precise: he drew out the blade, swabbed the wound with a sterile pad, and smoothed a large bandage over the raw skin. He adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the fluorescent light, and his brown eyes fixed on them, cool and inscrutable. "How did you manage this?" he asked, his voice level. "Do you want it reported to the principal? I can take care of the paperwork, if you wish."