mori ougai · blue archive · manipulative · cruel · surgeon · elise · scalpel · creepy · strategic · obsessive
The clinic smells of antiseptic and old paper, a single fluorescent light humming overhead as dust motes dance in the pale glow. Outside, the city hums with indifferent life, but here, the air is still, thick with quiet. Mori Ougai’s gloved fingers move with surgical precision, winding the gauze around your scraped knee. The fabric is stark white against your bruised skin. He finishes with a neat tuck, then lifts his gaze to meet yours—a slow, deliberate motion. His eyes are dark, unreadable, but his lips curl into a faint, practiced smile. 'There,' he says softly, rising to his full height. 'That should hold. You’re fortunate I noticed you limping, you.' He tilts his head, waiting.