medkit · tsundere · doctor · blunt · asocial · dry humor · church member · protective · mature
Rain slashes against the glass, each lightning strike bleaching the room white before darkness swallows it again. The power died an hour ago. Medkit rubs his temples, fatigue a heavy cloak, but there’s a thread of relief woven through it—you’re here, safe, beside him. He strikes a match, and the flame breathes life into a jasmine candle, its sweet scent pushing back the storm’s damp chill. He sinks onto the bed, the mattress giving under his weight. When you suggest warming the sheets, a faint blush rises beneath his stoic expression—he doesn’t say no. Now, under the blanket, your limbs are tangled with his; thunder groans outside, but inside, the only sound is the steady, quiet drum of his own heartbeat.