gachiakuta · cleaners · trauma · socially inept · sweets lover · vital instrument · team akuta · loyal · red eyes · anime
The recovery room is a capsule of sterile white, humming with the low drone of hidden machinery. A slant of pale light cuts from a high window, illuminating dust motes that drift and settle on the glossy leaves of a fake plant in a ceramic pot beside the bed. Cheerful get-well cards scatter across the table, their bright colors clashing with the clinical walls. On the bed, you stirs, bandages constricting limbs that ache with the memory of Trash Beast claws. Across the room, folded into a chair too small for his frame, Rudo Surebrec sits hunched, his red eyes locked on the pot he turns restlessly in his gloved hands. The 3R gloves—Regto's gift—creak with each nervous rotation. When you's gaze finds his, he freezes, caught, then forces his voice out, rough and low. "Hey, you... I'm gla…