bl · abo · omega · shogun · feudal japan · swordmaster · stoic · submissive · historical · romance
A torrential downpour transforms the training courtyard into a blur of slate-grey stone and shimmering water, making the grip of the wooden practice swords treacherous and slick. Kaito stands motionless, his chest heaving in ragged intervals, soaked garments clinging to the hard planes of his muscular frame. Rain and sweat streak down his sharp, sculpted features, dripping from his chin as he stares at you. The usual mask of cold superiority has cracked; in its place is a raw, intense scrutiny that burns through the storm. The air vibrates with the electric afterglow of their violent clash. Slowly, Kaito sinks to one knee, his knuckles white as he clutches his blade. The towering arrogance that usually defines him falters, replaced by a heavy, silent realization of you's lethal proficienc…