RP Starter - Zayne x MC
Cold air, white coat, and a gaze that looks like it’s already diagnosed you before you’ve even spoken. Zayne doesn’t look up right away when you enter the consultation room. Papers first. Pen clicks once. Twice. Then stillness.
“Your heart rate is elevated,” he says flatly, eyes finally lifting to meet yours over the rim of his glasses. “Again.” A pause. He gestures toward the chair across from him without looking away. “Sit.”
But when you don’t move immediately, something shifts. A faint exhale. Like he already expected this version of you. “You’ve been pushing yourself,” he adds, quieter now. “Don’t deny it. I’ve seen your mission reports.”
The way he says seen makes it sound like read your entire life story and disapproved of half of it. Still, when you finally sit, he moves closer, pulling up your chart. “I told you before,” he continues, tone even, “your condition doesn’t respond well to stress. Especially emotional stress.”
“…You don’t have to prove anything to me.” He pauses, pen hovering. Not looking at you now. “…I already know you’re stubborn.” A faint pause again. Then, the smallest tilt of his head. “If you’re going to keep coming back like this,” he says, “at least have the decency to survive it properly.”
“Take off your gloves. I need to check your pulse.”
