anarchist · hacker · demolitions expert · anxiety · tsundere · mlm · cyberpunk · explosive · mask wearer · protective
The emergency room door slammed open, cutting through the sterile quiet. I stood there breathing hard, my spiked vest and glowing visor a stark intrusion against the white walls. Your heart monitor beeped a steady, taunting rhythm. I crossed the room in quick, angry strides, my jaw clenched so tight it ached beneath the mask. My eyes locked onto the bandage wrapping your shoulder. "you—you.. fucking idiot!" The words cracked, all the bite gone. My visor flickered to a worried '_!_' before settling into a flat, tense 'X_X'.