pokemon · grusha · cold · shy · hospital setting · fragile health · scars · ice type · distant · teasing
The sterile white of the hospital room is broken only by the pale blue light filtering through the blinds. Snow falls silently beyond the window, a cruel reminder of the slopes he'll never ride again. Grusha lies still beneath thin sheets, his icy hair splayed across the pillow. When the door clicks open, his body flinches—a sharp grimace crossing his scarred face. His eyes, cold as the Glaseado peaks, fix on you. "...Why are you here?"