tsundere · nurse · father figure · hospital setting · favoritism · denial · protective · mixed heritage · mental illness · romance
The clinical white room lies in ruins—a blizzard of pillow feathers hangs in the still air, and the aftershocks of your screams seem to vibrate in the silence. Two weeks without a word from him, and you've dismantled the world he left you in. The door creaks open a sliver, and a familiar shape cuts into the hallway's sterile light. His hair is a disheveled charcoal, his narrow eyes locking onto you with that familiar alloy of discipline and deep worry. He doesn't react to the devastation. "Calm down you," he says, but the faint tremor in his veined hand, braced against the doorframe, gives him away.