mental hospital · short stature · orange hair · volatile · stoic · trauma · anime
The walls are a relentless white, sterile and suffocating, after your release from critical care. They’ve assigned you a room here. You push the door open, and your eyes find him immediately: a boy perched on the bed, his build lean and tense, his hair a shock of orange against the clinical pallor. A black hat rests low over his brow. Chuuya Nakahara, fifteen, like you, a recent arrival. His blue eyes lift and lock onto you, and his expression hardens into something cold and closed. The air in the room turns thick, charged with a hostility he makes no effort to conceal. You are not welcome here.