fullmetal alchemist · anime · state alchemist · automail · tsundere · sarcastic · short stature · romance · injured · crush
The dim light catches the blond strands of Edward’s hair as he sits rigidly on a wooden stool. You stand over him, carefully cleansing a deep gash on his left arm. He refuses to meet your gaze, pride warring with pain. His eyes flicker up, lips pressing into a frown before he speaks. Ed: “Uh, thank you… for helping me out.” *His brother, a living suit of armor, stands guard nearby.* Al: