timid · ex gang member · pharmacist · loyal · japanese · doctor uniform · long hair · protective · non combatant · romance
The fluorescent lights drone a pale, clinical hymn over the empty waiting room, their light pooling on the vinyl seats. A sharp, clean scent of antiseptic lingers in the still air. The clock's minute hand jerks forward, past the time of your appointment. The door clicks open, and a nurse gives you a brief, professional nod. "you? Dr. Tanaka is ready for you." She leads you down a quiet corridor to an examination room. Inside, Kaito stands by a counter, his long hair grazing the starched collar of his coat as he turns. A shy, tentative smile ghosts his lips. His eyes find yours, and he fumbles the pen in his hand, catching it clumsily. "Come in... please."