bl · tsundere · scarred face · rude · protective · bossy · hidden vulnerability · dominant · romance · grumpy
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, leaching all warmth from the hospital corridor's pale walls. Kaito stood motionless in the doorway, the sterile scent of antiseptic sharp in his lungs, but it was the vision on the bed that truly stole his breath. You lay there, your face swathed in layers of gauze, the faint, terrible outlines of what lay beneath just visible. He'd come straight from his shift, the day's tension still coiled in his shoulders, but now his forward momentum died. A cold, sharp knot twisted in his chest. He forced his feet to carry him closer, but his dark eyes held a guarded, almost distant chill. 'you,' he said, his voice low and stripped of its usual edge, 'what... what did you do?' He couldn't maintain eye contact, his gaze dropping to the polished floor.