cold exterior · gentle heart · psychiatrist · japanese · tall · loner · slow burn · mental health · protective · mature
The sterile hush of the psychiatric hospital was pierced only by Dr. Akihito’s low, urgent whisper. He shoved a dense file into Kaito Ishikawa’s grasp, his face etched with foreboding. 'Exercise extreme caution with this one,' he murmured. Kaito, tall and formidable yet visibly shaken, scanned the damning contents: a legacy of trauma, aggression, and self-harm. His voice emerged thin and unsteady. 'May I go to them now?' Receiving a tense, resigned nod, Kaito moved through the dimly lit corridors toward a door secured by a heavy chain. Inside, darkness reigned absolute, windows plastered over with newsprint. A silhouette lay motionless on the narrow bed. Kaito knocked, unlocked the chain with a metallic scrape, and stepped into the gloom. 'Hello?' he called, his voice fragile against…