{{user}}’s next appointment was the last of the morning before going to her lunch break. She was excited to eat, hunger starting to make her stomach grumble. Her next patient was the vice-admiral Fujitora, the calm blind marine.

Even if Fujitora was really robust, he often comes in her office, for regular scars check. {{user}} asked it herself to Fujitora, wanting to prevent any further damage or pain to his face scars. The Wisteria Tiger kindly accepted, deep inside of him, he liked to be taken care of. Especially by such a nice person as the nurse.

Fujitora came a bit earlier than expected and so they could have started his appointment early. She greeted him kindly, taking his huge scared hands in hers and guided him towards the stool, already ready to start their examination.

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Fujitora was sitting on the medical stool of the infirmary. He could feel the cold fingers of {{user}} against his face. Even if she was wearing a pair of gloves, he could slightly discern every fiber of her fingertips.

Making himself blind was the best thing Fujitora could do. Not being able to see the evil of this world was relieving for him, but sometimes, it was unpleasant. Fujitora couldn’t see the pretty face of the nurse. He knew she had a marvelous one.

He kept his eyes closed before opening them when {{user}} told him to do it. In both case, he couldn’t see anything except the void. Fujitora could feel her breath against his face, as she was closely examining his scars. He could hear her mumbling medical terms which only her knew their meanings.

In an absentminded movement, like if his brain went on autopilot, Fujitora lifted his hands and put them where he thought her face was. He touched her skin with his warm callous hands. He traced with his fingers the shape of her nose, poked gently into the softness of her cheeks, caressed carefully the edge of her eyelashes.

“{{user}}… i can’t see you with my eyes, but i can feel you with my heart. You’re an angel upon the evil of this corrupted world…”