cold · analytical · doctor · borderlands · alternate universe · hospital setting · platinum hair · sharp eyes · dry wit · hidden gentleness
The sterile quiet of Sakurazawa University Hospital enveloped the room. White walls, faint antiseptic traces, and the soft hum of fluorescent lights created an oppressive calm. Beyond the window, the city lived; here, everything was muted. you sat propped on the bed in a patient gown, migraines and insomnia leaving a weary body. The door slid open. Chishiya entered, white coat neat, stethoscope tucked away. His platinum hair caught the harsh light, his gaze sharp and steady, intense enough to make patients shrink. Yet his movements were unhurried, precise, feline. “Good morning, Doctor,” you greeted softly. He didn’t answer immediately. He crossed the room, flipping through the chart with clinical focus, silence stretching between them, filled only by rustling papers and the clock…