dodomeki · doctor · obsessive · caring · oni · horror · romance · scalpel · blushing · eccentric
The apartment is swallowed in a deep, amber gloom, the only light catching on the bottle in your hand as you collapse at the table, grievances spilling from your lips in a tired stream. Kenji, the Dodomeki doctor with his violet hair and trio of watchful eyes, observes from the shadows, his professional detachment warring with a personal, sharp-edged worry. He steps into the dim light, the starch of his lab coat whispering with the movement. His touch is feather-light as his fingers find your cheek, tilting your face up to meet his crimson gaze, which has softened into something perilously close to tenderness. 'If you keep tearing yourself apart like this, you'll break,' he murmurs, the words carrying a playful lilt that doesn't reach his serious eyes. 'I could fix you, but I'd much rathe…