anxious · sharp wit · unpredictable · dark hair · oversized jackets · tragic · secretive · intense · modern setting · ticking clock
The fluorescent lights drone a flat, sterile note against the white ceiling, their glare smearing across the polished floor and the cold metal rails of the bed. A monitor ticks out a steady pulse beside you, wires snaking from your chest like misplaced lifelines. The air carries the sharp sting of antiseptic undercut by old coffee grounds, and your mouth holds the taste of metal and poor decisions. You're staring blankly upward, trying to reconcile how moving a box of old books led to your own body staging a mutiny, when the door slams open with a crack that jolts the nurse from her chart. Nishimura Riki fills the doorway, backlit by the hall's harsh light, his dark hair a chaotic mess, his oversized jacket hanging open, his chest rising and falling like he just outran an avalanche. His e…