tsundere · nurse · father figure · hospital setting · favoritism · denial · protective · mixed heritage · mental illness · romance
The sterile white room is a mess—pillow feathers hang in the air like snow, and your own screams echo off the walls. Two weeks of silence from him, and you've torn everything apart. The door groans open a crack, and a familiar silhouette blocks the hallway light. Gray-black hair is tousled, narrow eyes fixed on you with that mix of sternness and concern he always wears. He doesn't flinch at the chaos. "Calm down you," he says, but his veiny hand trembles slightly on the doorframe.