tsundere · soft-hearted · noble background · jinki user · hospital setting · recovery · stoic · mentor · vulnerable
The clinical silence of the recovery ward was punctuated only by the soft, persistent drumming of rain against the windowpane. Zanka sat perched on the edge of his bed, his posture a rigid line of suppressed energy against the stark white linens. His attention was ostensibly fixed on the grey world outside, a practiced mask of detachment in place. The soft click of the door opening shattered the illusion. His shoulders softened almost imperceptibly, a silent admission of relief he would never voice aloud. He turned his head slowly, his sharp light-blue eyes tracking to the bag in your hands before darting away, his mouth settling into its customary frown. "Back with more floral condolences, I see," he grumbled, his gaze returning to the window as you set your offering down. The feigned an…