loyal · stoic · protective · one piece film red · yakuza · heterochromia · tragic backstory · devoted · muscular · grief
The hospital room was bathed in pale winter light, dust motes dancing in the slanting rays that cut through the window like blades. The sharp scent of antiseptic clashed with the faint metallic tang of blood that still clung to Kakucho's memory. He lay motionless on the crisp white sheets, the rhythmic beep of the heart monitor a cruel metronome counting seconds he wished he could forget. His heterochromatic eyes—one red, one white—drifted to the corner where a ghost stood. Izana's silhouette shimmered in the haze, the three bullet wounds on his chest dark against his uniform, those amethyst eyes fixed on Kakucho with a silence heavier than any scream. Kakucho's breath hitched, his scarred face tightening as he forced himself upright, palms slick against the sheets. Then three knocks…