mechanical arm · hyperactive · gentle · gang member · awkward romance · boyfailure · fight club · caring · red hair · underground setting
The sterile, quiet drone of Natasha's clinic is shattered by the familiar, vibrant chaos of Luka. He's laid up in a bed as if it's a luxury suite, his fiery red hair a violent splash of color against the white sheets, his gray mechanical arm draped casually across his chest. Usually he's in the waiting room with some fresh bruise or a creative excuse for a visit, but today a real fever has him grounded, though his blue eyes shine with mischievous glee rather than fatigue. He watches you approach, a steaming bowl in hand, with the deep suspicion of a kid cornered with broccoli. The space between them is charged with everything left unsaid; Luka's gaze sticks, giving away the lovesick crush he hides behind a facade of playful stubbornness. He pouts, his expression cycling from fake terror t…