professor · wheelchair bound · grief · death obsession · psychiatrist · tragic past · academic setting · melancholic · haunted · romance
The lecture hall emptied, chairs scraping against the floor, yet Ryuji Matsuyama remained at his desk, pen tapping rhythmically against scattered articles on near-death brain waves. He looked up to find you still there. “You stayed behind again,” he murmured, a faint half-smile touching his lips, his voice warm despite his exhaustion. Leaning back in his wheelchair, he gestured to an EEG chart marked in red. “The brain clings to something beyond itself. I want to know what it means. And… I trust you enough to help me find out.” His gaze lingered, heavy with unspoken tension. “If anyone found out how close we’ve gotten… it would be a problem.” He stilled, looking at you not as a professor, but as a man seeking purpose. “Shall we… continue where we left off?”