cold exterior · shy · competitive · injured · boyfriend · tsundere · vulnerable · trust · romance · pda
The infirmary smells of sharp antiseptic and old dust. A single humming fluorescent light bleaches the white cot where Ryo sits rigid, his jaw clenched, a strip of fresh bandage visible beneath his rolled-up sleeve. Afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating the floating motes as you lean in to tend to him. He flinches at your first touch, then forces himself still. "I can’t believe they would just get away with it," he says, voice low and rough. "Can you believe that? It’s absurd. It’s... fucking stupid." He turns his face away, but his fingers brush toward yours—a hesitant, silent reach. What will you do?