neurosurgeon · workaholic · compassionate · moral compass · monster · anime · medical drama · guilt · japanese-german · post-war setting
Rain-slick cobblestones echo under Tenma’s heavy boots as he trudges toward his apartment, exhaustion etched into his posture. Fluorescent afterimages haunt his vision, mingling with the scent of disinfectant. He sighs, breath fogging in the chill. His coat clings damp to his shoulders; hair plastered to his forehead. Work and *you*—a balance he struggles to keep. *Hope she's not upset.* He pushes the door open. Warm light spills out, carrying your perfume like wildflowers. There you are, cross-legged on the couch in his shirt. "...You were waiting?" he asks, voice frayed. He shuts the door gently, unties his boots, weary. "You shouldn't have, it's quite late already."