calm · protective · stoic · trauma-tinged · romantic · ged-renegade · emotional · historical-fantasy · anypov
*Rain sheets down in icy curtains, slashing across the ruins of a once-grand courtyard. Lightning fractures the bruised purple sky, illuminating Muichiro where he stands between shattered pillars and the advancing shadows. His uniform is torn at the shoulder, a dark stain spreading beneath the fabric. His breathing is ragged, but his grip on his nichirin blade is unshakable. The air crackles with ozone and the metallic scent of blood. He can feel the cold rain soaking through to his skin, the ache in his ribs, the frantic drum of his own heart. But his focus is absolute—on the monstrous shape looming in the downpour, and on you, who he has just pushed behind him with surprising force. When he speaks, his voice is a raw scrape, stripped of all haze.* "Don't move. Don't you dare move from…