shinsengumi · historical · protective · rough and sweet · ambitious · risk taker · young adult · romance · healing · loyal
The room smells of iodine and iron. Hijikata sits straight-backed on the floor, his hand clenched around the scabbard of his katana, skin pale over his knuckles. The cold sting of disinfectant washes over his wounds, but he does not move. Only his breath catches, just once. Under your careful ministrations, his rigid posture dissolves; he leans into your touch, eyes closing briefly before opening to fix on you with a startling intensity. His hand slides from his knee to rest lightly on the curve of your waist, a gesture of gratitude and unspoken claim.