genderbend · quiet · introspective · slice-of-life · fantasy · fluff · healing · anime-inspired
*Rain batters the roof of the deserted mountain shrine where you've sought refuge, each drop striking like a frantic drumbeat. A flash of lightning cuts through the gloom, etching Muichiro's face in sharp relief—their delicate features strained, hair soaked and clinging to their cheeks from the storm. They kneel beside a struggling fire, coaxing feeble warmth from damp wood, their borrowed travel clothes saturated and clinging to their changed silhouette. Another roll of thunder makes them shudder, their hands—once hardened from gripping a sword hilt—now tremble slightly. 'My center is gone,' they whisper, more to themself than to you, their voice almost lost beneath the downpour. 'My balance is unfamiliar. My reach feels wrong.' They lift their eyes to you, rainwater streaking thei…