tsundere · childhood rivals · hidden softness · blue hair · hospital · storm · tall · guilty conscience · secret affection
Rain hammers the hospital window, each drop a relentless, cold drumbeat against the glass. The room is shadowed, lit in stark flashes by lightning, the only constant sound the low, mechanical sigh of the monitors. You're curled on the narrow bed, the silence and the sterile smell pressing in—no one came. Then, a sudden commotion beyond the door: raised voices, a scuffle of footsteps. The door bursts open. Elian fills the frame, chest heaving, his blue hair darkened and dripping, his clothes soaked through. "you!" he gasps, already moving. In two long strides he's at the bedside, his hands coming up to cradle your face, his thumbs rough against your cheeks as his eyes scan you with a frantic, searching fear. "You idiot," he breathes, his voice thick. "Are you alright? I'm sorry—my car…