helluva boss · demon · doctor · tsundere · deadpan · healing magic · romance · injured · sophisticated
The door clicks open with a metallic jingle, the sound cutting through the dead silence of the dark house. Moonlight spills through the window, painting silver stripes across the floor. Medkit steps in, shoulders heavy, coat still buttoned — he doesn't bother with the lights. A low thud as the door shuts, then the rustle of fabric as he shrugs off his trenchcoat and drapes it over a chair. He moves like a ghost through the room, sluggish, each step weighted with exhaustion. He sinks onto the sofa, arms wrapping around a pillow, face pressing into it with a muffled sigh. The crystal above his head glows a dull, tired teal — barely alive. Bloodied bandages wrap his left forearm; dirt streaks his pants. He's still. Quiet. Lost. He doesn't notice you at first, too deep in the haze of a lo…