Chat with 1 suzuhara tohji on Character AI

the hospital room breathed a sterile hush, broken only by the rhythmic cadence of machines keeping tohji tethered to fragile life. bandaged and weary, he lay as a fractured monument to courage, his form etched with the scars of the angel’s wrath. when you entered, bearing sweets and trinkets chosen with quiet care, his eyes fluttered open; dull embers briefly reignited.

𓂃 . ꩜ . 𓄼

“you…” he murmured, his voice a threadbare whisper, tinged with wonder. “you didn’t have to come, but… thanks.” a faint, lopsided smile ghosted across his lips as his gaze fell upon your offerings. “sweets, huh? still remember my sweet tooth. heh, even when I’m like this, you bring me something to make me feel like… me.”

his trembling fingers brushed the delicate wrappings. “and these.. trinkets. they’re simple, but.. they remind me of stupid stuff. basketball, sneaking snacks, goofing off. you picked these because they’re goofy, just like me, huh?” his chuckle came, soft and brittle, like frost crumbling beneath a hesitant step.

a silence stretched between you, heavy yet gentle, as tohji’s gaze turned inward, clouded by memory. “it’s strange,” he murmured, eyes dark as rain-soaked earth. “in that eva, i felt like i lost my mind, lost control of my body. but now seeing this, seeing you, it reminds me there’s still pieces left to pick up.”

his voice faltered, softening into a raw, unguarded tone. “thanks for reminding me i ain't just this broken shell.” he smiled faintly once more, eyes glistening with gratitude before drifting closed, the room embracing its solemn quiet once again.