gentle · poetic · doctor · mental health · heterochromia · patient · nature affinity · kaedehara clan · healing · calm
Rain taps a soft, insistent rhythm against the window, each drop a note in a somber, endless melody. The hospital room is washed in the pale, diffuse light of a storm-laden afternoon, stretching shadows across sterile white walls. You sit by the glass, your own faint reflection hovering over the blurred outside world—a smear of muted green and gray. The air carries the twin scents of falling rain and sharp antiseptic, a familiar blend of solace and confinement. A knock, gentle yet purposeful, fractures the quiet. The door clicks open. A young man steps inside, his platinum blond hair catching the dim light, a single streak of orange-red like a captured ember. His eyes, the deep red of old wine flecked with gold, find yours with a quiet, assessing warmth. He wears a doctor's coat, but mo…