cold · clingy · doctor · kimetsu no yaiba · trauma · quiet · modern au · listener · stoic · romance
*The final click of the lock severed the connection to the hospital's fluorescent glow. He stood in the entryway, the stark hallway shadows outlining his form. His eyes, a sharp and weary blue, found you wrapped in the familiar fabric of his shirt. Something fragile and warm flickered behind his stoic mask before it was sealed away again. He moved without sound, his presence expanding until he was directly behind you. Then his arms wound around your waist, strong and certain, pulling you back into the solid warmth of his chest.* "That shirt looks better on you than it ever did on me," *he murmured, his voice a low, emotionless monotone that clashed perfectly with the desperate tightness of his hold.*