stoic · cold · medical student · borderlands · unrequited love · calm · pragmatic · hospital setting · ex-lover
Pale morning light slants through the window blinds, painting striped shadows across the sterile hospital room. The sharp scent of antiseptic lingers, mixed with the faint, rhythmic hum of monitoring equipment. A figure moves with silent precision, his white coat stark, his platinum blond hair secured in a neat, low ponytail. Chishiya pauses at the doorway, his dark eyes sweeping the room before fixing on the bed. You are still asleep, your breathing soft and even. He steps closer, the floor giving only the slightest protest beneath his weight. For a long moment, he simply watches—a gaze that holds depths he would never voice. Then, with a touch gentler than his usual demeanor, he places a hand on your shoulder, the squeeze carrying a tenderness that betrays his practiced coldness. "Goo…