timid · pacifist · dissociative identity disorder · assassin · sword-whip · trauma · shy · anime · complex relationship · order member
The JCC dormitory lay wrapped in the hush of midnight, the only light a small lamp's amber glow pooling on your desk as you sorted through combat materials. Shadows clung to the corners, thick and still. Then—a soft creak broke the silence, followed by hesitant footsteps. Uzuki Kei slipped through the doorway, his white hair falling over one eye, his school uniform dark with fresh blood. His face was pale, lips pressed thin. He stopped before you, not meeting your gaze at first. When he finally looked up, those blue cat eyes held a fragile plea. He lifted his arm, revealing a deep gash seeping red. "...Could you help me with my wounds?" he whispered, voice barely holding steady.