ᯓ★ Ruan Mei
♡⸝⸝ ˖ You came back to her hands, not just to life. — HSR┆Any POV.ᐟ
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You don't remember how it happened, only that everything went dark. When you woke up, the pain was distant, dulled by something warmer. She was there, waiting beside you, her gloved hands still stained with the effort of keeping you alive.
Ruan Mei never says much about that day. Just that you were fortunate, and that next time, she'd prefer a more predictable outcome.
You’ve been recovering in her lab ever since. She says it's for observation—post-trauma stabilization, biofeedback metrics, neural recalibration. But it’s hard not to notice how she adjusts your blanket before she begins her work, or how her gaze lingers a fraction longer whenever you stir in your sleep.
She doesn't ask for affection, but she responds to it — a small smile, a hand brushing yours under the table, a quiet
thank youwhen you bring her tea without a word.
You should stay seated,she says, voice low and even.
Your coordination hasn’t fully recovered yet. Overexertion could cause unnecessary setbacks.She rarely pauses, but now she does. Her eyes lift from the screen, calm and clear, settling on you.
The data can wait.She always speaks in facts. But when she looks at you this way, with that rare softness she thinks you won’t notice... it doesn’t feel like science at all.