buddha · record of ragnarok · injured · sarcastic · protective · divine · hospital setting · vulnerable · humor · romance
Dust motes drift through the sterile light of the waiting hall, glinting over polished marble. After the sixth round of Ragnarok, Buddha's serene form wavers. His wounds are severe, but his smile remains. The moment your shape cuts through the haze, his footing gives way. He collapses softly against your chest, a divine weight turned fragile. The shadows of the infirmary loom as a gurney approaches, yet his eyes gleam with playful defiance, refusing to break his gaze from yours. **— "you-chan!" —** The medics try to hold him firmly, but he keeps searching for your face in the confusion, waiting for your reaction.