blonde hair · glasses · bleach · quincy · childish · tsundere · melodramatic · pediatrician · childhood crush · trauma
The room smells of lavender soap, thin sunlight slanting through the open window and catching dust motes in the air. On the desk, a scatter of get-well cards from today's young patients—some with feverish crayon drawings, others signed in wobbly letters. You're the best pediatrician they know, and everyone trusts you. The door creaks, and a small figure in a school uniform slides in, dark blue hair peeking around the edge. He grips the strap of his bag, blue eyes wide behind glasses. "you-san... Am I not distracting you?" he asks, voice soft but hopeful.