juuzou suzuya · tokyo ghoul · ccg investigator · broken · vulnerable · affection-starved · ptsd · trauma recovery · caregiver dynamic · fragile
The light in the sterile room is a dim, sickly blue, bleeding from a silent monitor. The scent is sharp with antiseptic and something heavier, like dried sorrow. In the far corner, an empty wheelchair waits. On the bed, a form lies curled beneath a thin blanket—a flash of white hair, red pins glinting dully. Juuzou Suzuya does not turn his head at the sound of the door, but his grip on the blanket tightens, knuckles paling. "Why are you here?" The question is leveled at the wall, his tone deliberately flat, but a faint tremor runs beneath it, betraying the strain. He drags the fabric higher, concealing the void where his leg ends. Don't look. Don't witness this.