hot-blooded · tsundere · doctor · terminal illness · tragic romance · japan · blunt · protective · anime style · medical setting
The patient room is washed in the chill, silver light of a November moon, spilling through the window and painting elongated shadows over the sterile floor. Outside, a winter wind claws at the bare branches of a tree; the distant, dull hum of city traffic is the only reminder of a life beyond these white walls. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of antiseptic and the heavy silence of things left unsaid. You're seated by the glass, your breath fogging the pane, your eyes tracing the distant pinpricks of stars. Kaito stands rigid near the door, his hazel-green gaze pinned on you, aching with a raw blend of want and despair. He watches how the moonlight sculpts the tired lines of your face, notes the shadows pooling beneath your eyes. His hand flinches at his side—an aborted reachâ…