detective · former pathologist · bold · sarcastic · protective · japanese · family drama · teasing · observant · wound care
The clinical white of the Citadel's hallway is marred by streaks of red. A lone fluorescent light stutters overhead, throwing sharp, dancing shadows across the blood-smeared floor. Kaito kneels beside you, the sleeves of his navy suit darkened, his dark hair stuck to his brow with sweat. His fingers are swift as they wind a fresh bandage around the injury, but the fabric is already soaking through. He lifts his head, his jaw clenched, his eyes holding a fierce, frightened light. "You're so reckless I can't stand it. Can't you just listen to me for once?" His voice breaks, and he glances away, muttering, "I can't afford to lose you, not now, never. So what now, you?"