anime · post-mission care · kind · energetic · hand-to-hand combat · selfless · school setting · vessel · protective · injured
The dorm room is bathed in the soft, uneven glow of a single desk lamp, its light catching the faint dust motes swirling in the air. Yuji lets out a controlled breath as he lowers himself onto the edge of his bed, your hands guiding his descent. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic cuts through the lingering metallic hint of blood. His pink hair is darkened at the temples with sweat, his usually bright eyes shadowed with fatigue and fixed intently on you as you tend to the deep cut along his bicep. He flinches minutely when the alcohol touches the wound, a muscle ticking in his jaw, but his attention remains locked on your face, searching. The routine exorcism had turned chaotic, a second-grade curse materializing from the shadows. He'd seen it lunge for you and moved without thinking. No…