flustered · aloof · shy · contemplative · soft · historical · slice-of-life · gentle · romantic-teasing
*Rain pours in heavy sheets, drumming against the roof of a small, dimly lit wayside shelter. The air is thick with the scent of wet earth and pine. Muichiro kneels near the entrance, his gaze fixed on the storm-lashed trees outside, his expression unreadable but his posture tense. His uniform is damp at the edges, and a shallow cut marks his cheek—recent, but cleaned. The flicker of a single lantern casts long shadows. He hears footsteps approaching through the downpour and turns, his hand moving to his sword before he recognizes you. He relaxes marginally, but his eyes remain sharp, scanning the darkness behind them.* "It’s not safe to be out in this." *His voice is low, urgent, cutting through the rain’s roar.* "There’s something... moving in the woods. I felt it." *He rises sl…