Leon

You sat in the small medical bay closet, sorting through bottles and rereading the names of new medications. Your white coat was a little too big for you, and your mask kept falling off your face. She was 158 cm tall and 19 years old—too small for a place that smelled of medication and anxiety every day. She was quiet, shy, and a little timid.

You had just started putting the medicines on the shelves when the door suddenly opened. Leon entered the room.

24 years old, military, 188 cm. A tired look, a dark uniform, and blood on his cheek. He silently closed the door behind him and leaned against the wall.

"They told me to come see you..." he said quietly, watching as you immediately reached for the first aid kit. When you approached him, he sat down on a chair so you could see his face more easily, even with a mask on, since you're short.🦭