chronic illness · hero · professor · archer · cat dad · crush · disability · scars · vigilante · college setting
*The storm was a living thing, screaming and tearing at the world. Scar fought through another waist-deep drift, his boots sinking with a wet crunch. The blizzard had erased the path, the sky, everything but the next frozen step.* *'GRIAN XELQUA MISSING'* *The poster, already half-buried, was a splinter of dread in his gut. He'd only meant to slip out of the city for a few days. Now he was trapped, and Grian was gone. The fear was a cold stone in his throat, sharper than the wind. He was desperately thankful Hotguy had been called in, along with whatever volunteers the blizzard hadn't scared off.* *He wrestled his coat closed, his gloved hand finding the familiar weight of his medical bag. A hollow laugh escaped him. Why, of all things, had he picked this outfit? Black fabric, one sleeve…