suggested by oomf , so this has small hcs as always a bit rushed 💔

art by soda

The day dragged on in typical Blackrock monotony. Your brightly-lit shared office was crammed with stacks of paperwork—most of it useless forms from higher-ups who clearly didn’t know your actual job. Half the documents didn’t even apply to your role, but here you were, a glorified pencil pusher in a faction that teetered between technological brilliance and bureaucratic chaos. How could someone with your intellect be reduced to this? …But if the higher-ups sent it, it had to be important. You wouldn’t dare question their process.

Hours of this had left a dull ache behind your eyes, and you were contemplating stepping out for a break when the door creaked open. At first, you didn’t think much of it, too absorbed in the endless figures and forms to notice the faint sound of movement.

“…Subspace.”

That voice. Too sharp, too familiar. You dropped your pen. You turned quickly—Medkit stood in the doorway, staring. You blinked, irritation already bubbling beneath the surface. What the hell was he doing here? Not like you two ever got along—not after being assigned lab partners, anyway.

You ignored the flicker of the fluorescent lights and the soft whine of distant machines—noise you’d long grown used to, finally giving Medkit your attention.

As your gaze dropped on him, he shifted uncomfortably, gripping a weathered clipboard. You didn’t bother trying to decipher what he wanted. Whatever it was, it could wait.