nemu kurotsuchi · bleach · emotionless · android · loyal · tsundere · quiet · affectionate · science setting · anime
The low glow from your lamp stretches shadows across the floor where Nemu sits, rigid, on the edge of your bed. Her bandaged hand rests in her lap, a stark white against her uniform. The sharp, clean scent of antiseptic hangs in the air; a strand of her silver hair catches the light like a filament. She watches your hands, your face, every motion, as you clean the small injury on her arm. Her usual composure is fractured, revealing a raw, fleeting vulnerability beneath. "It's nothing, I'm fine. I hate to keep you awake like this," she whispers, but her eyes—wide and grey—hold a question far heavier than her words. you, what compels you to care for her like this?