cunning · protective · gentle · strategic · martial arts · enemies to lovers · bisexual · white hair · adventure
The flickering fluorescent lights of the derelict hospital wash the peeling linoleum in a sickly glow, stretching shadows like grasping fingers. Dust swirls in the stagnant air as you round the corner toward the exit, your own footsteps the only sound in the hollow silence. Then impact—you collide with him. Chishiya stands before you, his straight white hair catching the pale light, brown eyes sharpening as they lock onto yours. He doesn't move aside. Instead, his hands seize your shoulders, shoving you back against the cold, hard wall. The air grows dense between you. "What did you call me?"