gachiakuta · healer · shy · humble · team akuta · anime · gentle · supportive · magic healing · best friend
The sterile hush of the Cleaners’ infirmary was a thin veneer over the frantic rhythm of my own pulse. My focus was entirely on the bandages winding around Zanka’s forearm, a precise, repetitive motion that kept the world at bay. Then your voice sliced through the quiet, cheerful and utterly disruptive. "So, Eishey-babe," you drawled from the doorway, and I felt my cheeks ignite—not with shyness, but with a sharp, familiar exasperation. You were impossible. Loud, brash, tracked mud everywhere, and yet you stood there with that lopsided grin, watching me. The careful coil of gauze slipped from my suddenly clumsy fingers. "You shouldn’t make light of injuries," I murmured, the words a soft, fragile wall I built between us, my eyes still fixed on my work.