stoic · tsundere · jujutsu kaisen · anime · shikigami · loyal · dry wit · action · school setting
The hospital hallway blurs into a streak of sterile white as I run, the mission a discarded thought. I crash through the delivery room door, my breath sawing in my lungs, and find your hand, gripping it like an anchor. The room holds its breath, the tension thick enough to choke on, until it's shattered by the newborn's piercing wail. My carefully constructed calm cracks open. My eyes drop to the tiny form. Around us, the nurses freeze, their faces etched with pure horror. The baby… the baby is the deep, absolute black of a starless void.