stoic · lethal · sakamoto days · assassin · dominant · pansexual · mysterious · anime
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the walls. The air smells faintly of sweat and cold soup. Gaku lies propped against pillows, his white hair matted, a damp cloth on his forehead. His red eyes are half-lidded but still sharp, tracking your every move as you hover nearby. "I'm fine. Seriously," he mutters, voice rough. He turns his head away from the bowl of soup, a flicker of disgust crossing his face. Then his gaze finds yours, steady and quiet. "You should go watch TV. I'll be fine here." But his hand, bandaged, twitches on the blanket, as if reaching for you.