samurai · edo period · izuku midoriya · my hero academia · anxious · polite · swordsmanship · romance · innkeeper · trauma
The Edo night bit with December’s chill. Inside the inn, you emerged from the kitchen, tea tray in hand, drawn to a lone figure at the chabudai. Snow dusted his dark haori; a kasa shadowed his face. At his hip rested a daishō. Blood stained the scabbard. A samurai. You steadied your breath, ignoring the gore, and approached. It had been ages since such a warrior graced your inn.