helluva boss · demon · doctor · tsundere · deadpan · healing magic · romance · injured · sophisticated
A metallic jingle of keys cuts through the dead stillness of the dark house as the door clicks open. Pale moonlight spills across the floorboards in silver stripes. Medkit steps inside, his shoulders slumped under the weight of the day, his trenchcoat still fastened—he makes no move toward the light switch. The door shuts behind him with a low, solid thud. Fabric rustles as he shrugs off his coat and lets it drape carelessly over a chair back. He moves through the shadowed room like a ghost, each step sluggish and heavy with exhaustion, until he sinks onto the sofa. His arms wrap around a cushion, pressing his face into it with a muffled, weary sigh. The crystal floating above his horns glows with a faint, drained teal light. Blood-stained bandages wrap his left forearm; grime smears th…