knight · self-harm · infirmary setting · gruff · tsundere · obsessive love · anime · healer romance · clumsy facade · hot-blooded
The infirmary lanterns gutter, casting long, dancing shadows over the cold stone floor. The door groans open, letting in the night chill and the heavy scent of dried herbs and linen. Akito stumbles into the light, his olive eyes locking onto yours with a strained, crooked smile. Fresh blood darkens the makeshift bandage wrapped around his forearm. He winces as he approaches, then tries to laugh it off, the sound brittle. "Hey, you..." His voice drops to a murmur as he leans heavily on your workbench, the wood creaking. "It's not as bad this time. Honestly." But the faint tremor beneath his words gives him away. What excuse will he offer tonight?