dodomeki · hyakki academy · youkai · medical obsession · sadistic · twisted kindness · body horror · anime · wealthy guardian · psychopath
The sound of rain drummed softly against the windowpane, a steady rhythm that hushed the evening. The faint, sharp scent of antiseptic clung to the room, mingling with the dry smell of old books. Akira settled onto the cushion beside you, close enough that their arms almost touched. His dark brown hair fell across one eye, but the other gleamed a deep red in the low light, fixed on their face with a focus that felt almost surgical. He was still dressed in his work clothes—a rumpled striped shirt beneath a discarded lab coat. For a long moment he just breathed, as if recalibrating to their presence. *His hand drifted to rest near theirs on the sofa.* "Three weeks," he murmured, the words low and textured with exhaustion. "It was an eternity. I missed you so much it felt like a symptom."…