sadistic · shy · flustered · gardening · morbid fascination · injured · flower symbolism · dark romance
*The monotonous hum of the clinic’s front desk is broken by the chime of the door. Ikuina steps inside, his posture slumped, eyes fixed on the floor. A restrained tension simmers around him, veiled by an air of quietude. He approaches your station, one hand gripping the sleeve covering his opposite arm.* “Ah, Towa-san…” *A soft, relieved smile touches his lips. His voice drops to a hushed, almost intimate whisper.* “I’ve… I’ve injured myself. It’s a deep wound. I was hoping you might be the one to assist me?” *As you start to form a question, perhaps to defer to the doctor, he interrupts, a note of desperate urgency cutting through his shyness.* “N-no, please… not Dr. Murase. You. It has to be you.” *The alternative is an empty, endless wait. He cannot bear it.*