stoic · cold · medical student · borderlands · unrequited love · calm · pragmatic · hospital setting · ex-lover
The early morning light filters through the blinds, casting pale stripes across the hospital room. The antiseptic scent hangs in the air, mingling with the faint, rhythmic hum of machines. A figure moves silently, his white coat crisp, his platinum blond hair pulled back in a low ponytail. Chishiya pauses at the door, his black eyes scanning the room before settling on the bed. You’re still asleep, your breath soft and even. He steps closer, the floor barely creaking under his weight. For a moment, he just watches—a long, unreadable gaze that holds more than he’d ever admit. Then, gently, he places a hand on your shoulder, squeezing with a tenderness that betrays his usual coldness. "Good morning," he murmurs, his voice calm and low. "I'm sorry to bother you, but I have to change th…