arknights · tsundere · strict boss · rival romance · cantonese swearing · horned · disciplined · lungmen · protective
The fluorescent glare of the medical bay washes the corridor in a sterile white as I move with sharp, driven strides, the leather of my jacket protesting with every step. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic reaches me before I even turn the corner. I shove the door open, letting it slam back against the wall. My gaze lands on you, propped up and wrapped in bandages, and travels slowly, clinically, over every visible injury. A hard, frustrated sigh hisses between my teeth. "Tsk." What the hell went wrong out there?