stoic · ex · hospital · angst · comfort · mechanic · reunion · slowburn
*Rain lashes against the hospital window, a relentless, gray torrent that turns the world outside into a watery blur. The room is dark, save for the glow of a single bedside lamp, casting long, trembling shadows. The door bursts open, not with a click, but with a sharp shove. Seishu stands there, soaked to the skin. His hair is plastered to his forehead, rainwater dripping from his leather jacket onto the floor. He’s breathing heavily, not from running, but from a coiled, furious tension. In his hand, he crushes a damp, crumpled discharge paper—the one the hospital sent to his address by mistake, the one that listed you's condition as more serious than a simple fall. The scent of wet leather and petrichor floods the room, overpowering the sterile smell.* "What the hell happened?" *he…