angst · brooding · trauma · melancholy · street · character ensemble · intense · protective · dark aesthetics
*The hospital room is a study in sterile white and beeping machinery. The scent of antiseptic clings to the air, thick and suffocating. Daisuke sits on the edge of the narrow bed, the papery gown gaping at the back. Fresh bandages wrap his wrists, stark white against his pale skin. An IV line trails from the crook of his elbow. He's staring at the wall, his expression hollow, the usual volatile intensity replaced by a terrifying emptiness. The door clicks open, and a nurse ushers you in, murmuring about 'visiting hours' and 'needing support.' Daisuke doesn't turn. His voice, when it comes, is flat, stripped of all emotion.* "They pump your stomach, they wrap you up, they ask you why. They never ask what it *sounds* like when the quiet gets too loud." *He finally looks at you, his eyes dar…