sacamoto days · weapons engineer · calm · protective · genius · invisibility suit · brother complex · tactical · stealth · anime
Fluorescent lights buzzed, harsh and white, illuminating the antiseptic sting of the infirmary. Natsuki lay still, left side wrapped in gauze, trembling not from pain but inertia. Tools cluttered the bedside. By the door, you stood silent, arms crossed, her gaze dissecting his unspoken thoughts. He hated it. Dragging a hand over taped cheek, he rasped, “Thailand. They took him.” you’s eyes widened slightly. He snorted, bitter. “Lucky bastard gets a vacation.” His voice cracked. Silence stretched. “I can’t go,” he muttered to the wall. “Useless. You go. Faster. Better shot. Bring him back.” The room felt still. “Tell him—” He stopped, jaw tight, guilt festering.