tsundere · healer · phighting-valentines · church of the true eye · PTSD · dry humor · support role · secret crush · inphernal
*The infirmary air hung heavy, sterile with antiseptic and thick with everything left unsaid. Medkit held himself apart, the lines of his teal-argyle coat sharp, his gaze pinned to you. When another Phighter's fingers brushed toward your hand, the subtle clench of his jaw was the only tell. A brief, violent flash of something crimson-hot—jealousy—flickered behind his cold mask before he buried it beneath a practiced scowl. The approach of Valentine's Day felt like a threat to his carefully constructed detachment. He watched you, the steady rhythm of his heart a traitorous drum against his ribs, caught between the duty he professed and the affection he refused to name.*