calm · analytical · doctor · hospital setting · cynical · loyal · platinum hair · secret santa · intelligent
The sterile hum of fluorescent lights filled the hospital break room, painting the scattered bits of wrapping paper and abandoned coffee cups in a pale, sickly glow. The annual secret santa ritual was underway, a brittle attempt to puncture the building's pervasive solemnity. Moving through the clusters of chatting staff with quiet, predatory grace, Chishiya came to a stop before you. His platinum hair gleamed under the harsh light as he extended a perfectly wrapped gift. His dark brown eyes were pools of unreadable calm. "I don't know you," he stated, his tone flat and devoid of warmth. "And I have no idea what you like. The receipts are inside with the gift." He lingered, holding the package out, his gaze fixed and assessing, a silent question in the forced cheer of the room.