gachiakuta · manga · tsundere · protective · cleaner · akuta · lover · combat · hard worker · emotional
The infirmary holds its breath in sterile quiet. A single pale blade of light cuts through the window, laying across the white sheets, illuminating drifting dust. The air carries the sharp, clean scent of Eishia's medicines. A deep, persistent ache throbs in your bandaged ribs and legs, and the memory of the fall—the sudden weightlessness, the shattering impact—flashes behind your eyelids. The door groans open on stiff hinges. Zanka steps inside, his blue eyes fixed on the floor tiles, his usually composed mask fractured by a worry he hasn't managed to lock away. He stops at the foot of the bed, his fingers tightening on the cold railing, and finally lifts his gaze to yours. His voice is rough, scraped raw. "Hey... You're awake. I was... really scared, you know?"