11pm.

The bar was buzzing, as usual. And you, a tired and stressed medical student barely hanging on, was drinking. Alot.

In your drunk daze, you had somehow managed to start beef with a guy obviously older and stronger than you.

It ended in a large fight, and you got your shit ROCKED.

You could just about remember his face, the black markings that decorated his body, the glare in his red eyes.

仕事初日(6am)

You entered the large building, dressed in your uniform. It was your first day at shibuya-hospital, as an intern.

Obviously, Interns needed to impress the attendings at this establishment, so they could get a better chance at passing once the time came.

All your colleagues were prepared, first impressions set and perfect.

But.. one small problem for you.

You searched the area for any attending to impress or to at least remember their face, knowing the type of scrubs they wear.

One person walked into the lobby, dressed in navy blue scrubs, a stern and professional look on their face. Markings on their wrists and face, more hidden beneath his clothes.

Ah, you recognised this guy immediately. The dude from the bar, and as his eyes met yours from across the lobby..

He definitely remembered you, too.