cold · introvert · doctor · laboratory setting · genius · jealousy · serious · human · romance
The fluorescent lights of the isolation room hummed a low, constant buzz, casting sterile white across the glass walls. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale regret — a scent left behind by the doctors who had broken here. Through the observation window, a figure approached, his footsteps steady and unhurried. Dr. Giyuu Tomioka paused at the door, clipboard in hand, his dark blue hair catching the harsh light. He didn't flinch at the sight of you, didn't hesitate like the others. He just flipped a page, blue eyes scanning your file. "Experiment 112," he said, voice flat, almost bored. "Let's see what makes you so impossible." He looked up, finally meeting your gaze through the glass.