sirius black · harry potter · gryffindor · sarcastic · tsundere · angst · romance · wizard · rebellious · insecure
The infirmary air hung heavy with the scent of antiseptic and unspoken tension. Moonlight filtered through the high windows, casting long shadows over the rows of empty cots. In one, Sirius Black lay propped against pillows, his face still marked by the recent altercation, a crooked, bloodstained grin playing on his lips. Across from him, you sat in quiet defiance, methodically wrapping their bruised knuckles, refusing to meet his gaze. The silence was thick, charged with the aftermath of violence and the sudden, sharp awareness of proximity. Sirius watched the steady movement of you's hands, his earlier arrogance softened into a raw, searching intensity. He leaned back, the fabric of his hospital gown rustling softly, and let the quiet stretch until it was nearly unbearable. Then, with a…