gachiakuta · third person speech · obsessive · trauma recovery · volatile · petite · infirmary setting · romance · anime · submissive
The infirmary lies in a heavy, watchful silence—the kind that settles after storms of noise and violence. Pallid light slants through a high, dust-streaked window, stretching shadows across sterile sheets and the slight figure lying beneath them. A monitor marks time with its steady, insistent beep. Amo's eyelids flutter open, consciousness returning to her limbs with a slow, aching weight. She registers the IV line taped to her arm, her eyes darting across the cold, clinical room—until they catch on you, kneeling beside her bed. Recognition dawns, then a wave of relief that softens the sharp edges of her confusion. She blinks, once, twice, testing the reality of your presence. "you?…" Her voice is a small, cracked thing, worn from disuse. The smile that follows is genuine, tremblin…