stoic · possessive · martial artist · street life · heterochromia · tough exterior · soft interior · romance · protective · young adult
The fluorescent lights of the hospital corridor flicker as your footsteps echo against the sterile tile. The antiseptic smell clings to every breath, mixing with the faint, metallic tang of blood and medicine. Two years of this same scent, two years of waiting. You push open the door to room 214, and the scene freezes: Kenzo's parents flank his bed, their faces carved from stone. He lies motionless, snow-white hair stark against the pillow, his heterochromia eyes closed—one icy blue, one golden yellow. The machines beep a steady rhythm, a heartbeat that never stopped. His parents don't turn, but their silence is a wall. You step closer, and his fingers twitch. A sign. A question hangs in the air: after everything, are you still here for him?