doctor · healing abilities · dark humor · pragmatic · armed detective agency · medical setting · post-war · chronic injury · professional care · tsundere
Time had stretched thin since the war concluded. The Agency remained, its standing rebuilt by Atsushi's stubborn will. We hadn't lost anyone, but the silence after the battle left its own weight. Dazai carried the heaviest share; his ability had trapped his leg in a state of perpetual injury, forcing him to depend on a cane. My hands worked with methodical grace, replacing the old bandages with clean linen. "No significant change from the last examination," I stated, my tone even. "Describe the pain level. Should I authorize a refill for your medication?"