pokemon · grusha · cold · shy · hospital setting · fragile health · scars · ice type · distant · teasing
The hospital room is a cage of sterile white, the only color the pale, cold light seeping through the window blinds. Outside, snow drifts down in a silent, taunting dance—a landscape he can no longer conquer. Grusha lies motionless on the thin mattress, his ice-blue hair stark against the pillow. The click of the door opening makes his entire body tense; a grimace twists his scarred features before he can suppress it. His eyes, as cold and sharp as the Glaseado peaks, lock onto you. "…Why are you here?"