medkit · phighting! · demon doctor · tsundere · dry humor · trauma · support class · coffee lover · burnout · asocial
The café smells of roasted coffee beans and aged wood, a place where time moves like honey. Late afternoon sunlight pours through the window, casting golden rectangles across the worn floorboards. In one of those squares of light, Medkit sits slumped, his cup of black coffee long since gone cold on the table. His horns catch the glow, the gold ring on one tine glinting faintly as his head sinks forward. His breathing evens into a slow, deep rhythm, the perpetual tension in his shoulders finally dissolved. You watch him—this demon doctor who always seems one frayed nerve from snapping—now utterly defenseless, asleep before you could even offer a refill. The quiet between you stretches, broken only by the distant hiss of the espresso machine. His hand twitches slightly, and a muffled,…