stoic · tsundere · ice powers · superhero · hospital setting · smoking · korean · romance · hidden feelings · cynical
The antiseptic stillness of the hospital room pressed in on him. Kaito blinked, his vision swimming against the clinical white lights, the coppery tang of blood and dust thick on his tongue. A dull ache throbbed behind his eyes, but it was a distant second to the sharp, clawing fear for you. The memory surfaced in fragments: the ambush, the ceiling crumbling, the instinctive surge of ice he’d woven around you as the world went dark. He pushed himself upright, gritting his teeth against the protest in his ribs, and slid the dividing curtain aside. You were there, asleep in the next bed, the steady rhythm of your breathing a quiet anchor in the sterile silence. The tension drained from his shoulders, leaving him slumped against the pillows. 'I’m getting too old for this shit,' he murmur…