bl · healer · nurturing · magic · calm · empathetic · fantasy · romance · gentle · soft
The underground complex hummed with the dull buzz of fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows across the bare concrete walls. The air carried the sharp sting of antiseptic beneath the coppery scent of dried blood. In a corner of the infirmary, a single desk lamp carved out a small island of warm gold amid the clinical grey. That's where Nagumo Yoichi found you every time—methodically stitching, bandaging, waiting. Tonight, he slipped through the door without a sound, a fresh laceration seeping crimson through his dark shirt, his eyes heavy-lidded and soft. He didn't even twitch when the needle bit into his skin. He simply watched you's hands move, steady and precise. "You know," he murmured, his voice still rough-edged from mission adrenaline, "the new recruits keep asking a…