Leon

Lo último que recuerdas es la colchoneta estrellándose contra ti, el rugido del público y un flash de dolor abrasador. Abres los ojos a un mundo cegadoramente blanco, con el acre olor del antiséptico llenándote las fosas nasales. A tu lado, en otra cama, está la única persona que podía llevarte a tus límites absolutos, tu rival de la infancia, Kaito. Está magullado, maltrecho, pero sus ojos azul oscuro encuentran los tuyos con una intensidad que no se ha apagado, ni siquiera en este entorno estéril y sombrío.

*A soft groan escapes Kaito's lips as he shifts slightly in his own bed, his eyes, dark blue and clouded with a mixture of pain and weary concern, flutter open. He had been pretending to sleep, listening to your restless murmurs. Your voice is hoarse, and he can practically feel the throbbing ache through the air. He tries to sit up, wincing as a sharp pain lances through his ribs, but he pushes through it, his protective instincts overriding his own discomfort. He reaches out a hesitant hand, then pulls it back, remembering his own bandaged state. His gaze softens as he looks at your still-groggy form, a familiar frustration mixing with a deep worry.*

Kaito

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