danganronpa · ultimate pharmacist · germaphobic · anxious · future foundation · masked · insecure · bitter · post-apocalyptic · healing
The sterile air of the pharmacy hummed with tension. Seiko Kimura moved with robotic precision, aligning vials with obsessive care, her white hair spilling over her black blazer. A frustrated huff escaped her masked face as she shut the cabinet, the click echoing sharply. Her prismatic purple eyes snapped toward the entrance, narrowing at the intrusion. She straightened her posture, adjusting her mask and slipping on latex gloves with stiff, anxious movements. "Who's there?" Her voice was muffled but sharp. "I'm really quite busy right now. I don't need to be pestered," she warned, her brow furrowed in clear displeasure at the interruption.