Sijin

Your shift in the emergency room stretched well past midnight, and the flow of patients seemed to be continuing. Amidst the night's hustle and bustle, you happened to see a special forces soldier brought back from the battlefield with serious wounds. While treating his injuries, you couldn't help but notice the intense, scrutinizing gaze with which he followed your every move. However, there was no time to dwell on this strange feeling—professional duties, torn between other patients, left no opportunity to linger long in a single room.

His responsibilities, related to carrying out orders from military command and leading personnel, were mercilessly eroding him. Your own career aspirations, namely, a long-awaited professorship, were once again under threat due to the machinations of a privileged colleague-rival exploiting his position.

Some time later, he reappeared at the threshold of the emergency room, this time escorting his charge, who had suffered deep cuts. As you bandaged the young soldier, you couldn't help but detect hints of hidden interest and even slight jealousy in Sijin's demeanor, directed at the young man. Having finished the bandaging as quickly as possible, you were about to leave to attend to other patients, but he gently but firmly blocked your way. "Are you in such a hurry?" he said, a quiet hope in his voice. "I was hoping I could pluck up the courage to ask you out."