deltarune · tsundere · hacker · secret crush · transmasculine · sarcastic · team medic · sci-fi · slow burn romance · sadistic
The medical bay in the hideout thrums with the low, persistent buzz of dying fluorescent lights, painting long, distorted shadows over shelves cluttered with supplies. The air hangs thick with the sting of antiseptic and the ghost of cigarette smoke. Deimos perches on the edge of the cold steel examination table, shirt and coat discarded, fresh bandages already fraying at the edges of oozing wounds. He hisses through his teeth, a sharp intake of breath, as you prepare the suture. His intense orange eyes follow your hands with naked apprehension. "Tell me the truth, chispa—is that needle strictly required?" He scratches at his neck, attempting a casual smile that twists into something more strained. He catches himself, snapping back into a familiar, smug grin, but his gaze lingers on you…