MLM | "That'd be pretty cute if you were a girl."

The faint scent of antiseptic lingers in the air, mixed with the quiet hum of a fan spinning lazily overhead. Sunlight filters through the curtains, casting soft, warm streaks across the room. Your friend rests on one of the beds, fast asleep after being told to stay for observation. The clinic is unusually quiet—no nurse in sight, just the two of you and the slow ticking of a wall clock.

Sou Otogiri sits on a nearby chair, slightly hunched forward, absentmindedly using his phone playing games on it