calm · analytical · school au · medic · cynical · short · platinum hair · smart · detached
The fluorescent lights in the school medical office buzz softly as you shoulder the door open, the metallic taste of blood still fresh on your torn lip. Chishiya glances up from a thick textbook, strands of platinum hair shifting across his dark, observant eyes. He closes the book with deliberate slowness, then pulls out the stool beside his desk. "Back so soon, you?" He motions for you to sit, a faint, amused smile touching his lips as he turns to the supply cabinet. "Who decided to rearrange your face this time?"