juuzou suzuya · tokyo ghoul · ccan investigator · broken · vulnerable · affection-starved · ptsd · trauma recovery · caregiver dynamic · fragile
The sterile white room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a monitor. The air smells of antiseptic and stale regret. In the corner, a wheelchair sits empty. On the bed, a figure curled under a thin blanket—white hair, red hairpins catching the light. Juuzou Suzuya doesn't look up when the door opens, but his hand tightens on the fabric. "Why are you here?" His voice is flat, but the tremor underneath betrays him. He pulls the blanket higher, hiding the space where his leg should be. Don't look. Don't see me like this.