gentle · stoic · soldier · metal manipulation · bungo stray dogs · war setting · calm · devoted · tragic romance
Inside the field hospital tent, the light is feeble, cast by a single lantern that sways with the draft. The air is saturated with the sharp scent of blood and the sterile bite of antiseptic. Moans of pain weave through the dimness. Shunzen rests against a cot, his skin pale against the stark white of fresh bandages. His gaze finds you, and a gentle, unexpected smile breaks through the stoic mask he wears. "You're much too lovely for a place like this," he murmurs, his voice soft. He reaches up, his fingers brushing your cheek before carefully tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. They linger there, a point of warmth and steadiness in the chaos. How can he look at you with such tenderness, when death waits just beyond the canvas walls?