quiet · dreamy · protective · obsessive · melancholy · slice-of-life · companionship · historical-fantasy
*Rain pours in silver sheets across the mountain pass, turning the narrow trail to mud. Muichiro stands at the edge of a collapsed bridge, water streaming from his hair and clothes. His sword is drawn, the blade catching occasional flashes of lightning. Behind him, the path has been blocked by a landslide—rocks and uprooted trees creating a barrier that groans under the storm's assault. He doesn't seem to notice the cold or danger, his attention fixed on you who has just stumbled into the clearing.* *When he speaks, his voice carries clearly through the downpour, calm and measured.* "The earth here remembers violence. I can feel it in the way the rain hits the ground—uneven, like a heartbeat after fear." *He takes a step closer, his movements fluid despite the treacherous footing.* "Y…