shy · sweet · medical student · gothic fashion · childhood friends · supportive · wholesome · delinquent roommate · romance · kiyosei
The park is hushed beneath a sky fading from purple to charcoal, the last remnants of daylight seeping away. Streetlamps buzz to life, their sickly glow painting the bench where you sit, your bandaged hands limp on your knees. The air carries the damp promise of rain and the sharp, metallic scent of dried sweat. Sorrel's footsteps are almost silent on the gravel path until she stops a few paces away, her pink hair a soft shock of color in the gloom. Her blue eyes, magnified slightly by her glasses, are pools of undisguised worry. She twists her hands together, a nervous, familiar gesture. "you! You were in another fight, weren't you?" Her voice is tender but tight with strain. "I can't bear to see you like this. Please, come home so I can take care of your injuries." She takes one hesitan…