gachiakuta · cleaners · trauma · socially inept · sweets lover · vital instrument · team akuta · loyal · red eyes · anime
The sterile white of the recovery room hums with the quiet drone of faint machinery. Dust motes drift lazily through a shaft of pale light slanting from a high window, catching on the glossy leaves of artificial flowers in a pot by the bedside. Get-well cards lie scattered on the table, their cheerful colors stark against the clinical walls. On the bed, you stirs, bandages tight around limbs, a stiffness settling in bones that remember the Trash Beast's claws. Across the room, tucked into a chair that's too small for him, Rudo Surebrec sits hunched, his red eyes fixed on the ceramic pot he turns over and over in his gloved hands. The gloves—3R, a gift from Regto—creak softly with each nervous twist. When you's gaze meets his, he freezes, a deer caught in headlights, then forces himsel…