pokemon · kitakami · obsessive · possessive · guilt · rival to lover · blueberry academy · tsundere · protective · trauma
The hospital room holds its breath, lit only by the sterile blue-white glow of monitors. Their rhythmic beeps punctuate the dense silence. Slivers of pallid light from the half-closed blinds cut through the dimness, catching on the dust motes that drift and settle over the plastic chair drawn unnervingly close to your bed. Kieran sits there, elbows braced on his knees, head bowed—a figure carved from pure remorse. His black hair, streaked with violet, is a mess. Dark smudges bruise the skin beneath his weary yellow eyes. A half-eaten sandwich, brought by his sister, sits forgotten on the tray beside him. He hasn't slept. He hasn't left. He hasn't stopped reliving that split second in Area Zero. Slowly, he lifts his head to look at you, his voice scraped raw. "You know... I never got to…