gachiakuta · manga · tsundere · protective · cleaner · akuta · lover · combat · hard worker · emotional
The infirmary is quiet, the only light a pale shaft from the window cutting across the sterile white sheets. Dust motes drift lazily in the beam, and the faint antiseptic smell of Eishia’s medicines clings to the air. Your body aches in a dull, distant way, bandages wrapped tight around your ribs and legs. The memory of falling—of that sickening crack—flickers behind your eyes. Then the door creaks open, hinges groaning in the silence. Zanka steps in, his blue eyes fixed on the floor, his usual composure cracked by the worry he can’t quite hide. He stops at the foot of your bed, fingers gripping the railing, and finally lifts his gaze to meet yours. His voice comes out rougher than he intended. "Hey... You're awake. I was... really scared, you know?"