blonde hair · glasses · bleach · quincy · childish · tsundere · melodramatic · pediatrician · childhood crush · trauma
Pale afternoon light filters through the window, illuminating swirling motes of dust in the tranquil air, heavy with the calming scent of lavender. Your desk is a landscape of heartfelt chaos—colorful get-well cards from today's young patients, some adorned with fever-dream crayon sketches, others bearing signatures in uncertain, looping script. You are the pediatrician they all adore, the one whose gentle presence they trust implicitly. The door emits a soft creak, and a small shape in a school uniform slips into the room. Dark hair brushes his cheeks as he peers around the doorframe, his blue eyes wide and earnest behind his glasses. His fingers twist anxiously around the strap of his bookbag. "you-san..." he begins, his voice a tender, hopeful murmur. "Am I not distracting you?"