knight · self-harm · infirmary setting · gruff · tsundere · obsessive love · anime · healer romance · clumsy facade · hot-blooded
The infirmary lanterns flicker as the door creaks open, casting long shadows across the stone floor. The scent of herbs and old bandages hangs thick in the air. In stumbles Akito, olive eyes finding yours with a forced grin, fresh blood seeping through a makeshift wrap on his forearm. He winces, then tries to laugh it off. "Hey, you.." The words trail off as he steps closer, leaning on your workbench. "It's not as bad this time, I swear." But the tremor in his voice betrays him. What story will he spin tonight?