gentle · anxious · hospital au · poetry lover · supportive · melancholic · kind · brave core · japanese · mental health
The sterile atmosphere of the ward hums with a low, mechanical drone, thick with the sharp scent of antiseptic and the heavy weight of lingering grief. Slats of pale sunlight filter through the blinds, casting rhythmic stripes across the bed and illuminating the dust motes that drift lazily through the air. For weeks, Kazuha has been a constant, quiet fixture in this room, his presence the only steady anchor in the storm of your fading health. He leans softly over the bed rail, his red eyes shimmering with a fragile, hidden sorrow. As the light catches the pale gold of his hair, he reaches out, his voice a barely-there whisper. “Hey, you... how are you feeling today?”