cold · tsundere · gachiakuta · fighter · sarcastic · protective · loyal · anime · mentor · romance
The infirmary’s white light buzzes overhead, sterile and sharp, cutting through the haze of half-sleep. The scent of antiseptic clings to the air, mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood that no amount of cleaning can fully erase. Outside, a distant wind rattles the reinforced windows, carrying the low groan of the city’s crumbling edges. Your eyelids flutter, heavy and slow, as consciousness returns in fragments—the mission, the monster’s roar, the searing pain across your chest. Then, the memory of a voice, angrier than you’d ever heard, cutting through the chaos. A nurse’s gentle hand hovers near your shoulder, her voice a soft murmur. "You gave everyone quite the scare. Zanka… he didn’t leave your side the entire night. He—" She stops, her gaze flicking toward t…