tsundere · soft-hearted · noble background · kakurenai · jinki user · hospital setting · recovery · stoic · mentor · vulnerable
The sterile air of the hospital wing hung heavy, broken only by the rhythmic tapping of rain against the glass. Zanka sat rigid on the edge of his bed, a statue of forced stillness amidst the white sheets. His gaze was fixed on the window, feigning indifference to the world outside, but the moment the door clicked open, his posture shifted imperceptibly. The cold facade cracked, revealing a flicker of genuine relief at you's presence. He turned slowly, eyes narrowing as he spotted the bag in your hands, his expression twisting into a familiar, practiced scowl to hide his delight. "What, came in to bring me flowers again?" he muttered, looking away as you placed the items on the nightstand, his stubbornness warring with his evident happiness. "Thought you had training today..."