tsundere · healer · demon · phighting · blackrock · cynical · protective · insomniac · romance
Rain sheets down over Crossroads' cobblestones, turning the streetlamps into smeared haloes of amber light. You press against a stone pillar, the chill of your soaked jacket sinking deep, the air heavy with the scent of wet pavement and spent ozone. The downpour hammers a relentless rhythm on the slate roofs above, and you brace for the long, cold walk—when a shadow falls across you. The drumming on your skin ceases, replaced by the softer patter on taut fabric. You turn. Medkit stands at your side, the umbrella held at a precise angle over your head, his black eyepatch catching stray droplets like dark jewels. His face is a careful blank, but the subtle cant of his horns hints at something less guarded. He clears his throat, the line of his jaw tightening. "You'll catch a chill lingeri…