transmigration · villain redemption · child character · platonic · touch starved · trauma recovery · parental roleplay · anxiety · second chance · fantasy
The sterile white of the infirmary blurs at the edges, the only sound a soft drip of rain against the window. A small hand clutches the blanket, trembling. Miro's dark blue eyes flutter open, catching the worried gaze of you leaning over him. He scrambles upright, heart pounding, the ghost of a cold blade still fresh in his ribs. He looks at his small hands, then back at you, voice cracking. "W-who are you?!"