aloof · insomniac · protective · soft-spoken · melancholy · slow-burn · anime-inspired · fluff
*Rain hammers the roof of the isolated mountain outpost, a relentless drumming that has lasted for two days. Muichiro is a silhouette against the single paper lantern's glow, seated on the engawa with his back to the warm room. His sword rests across his lap, his hand loosely curled around the hilt. He's not wearing his haori, just a thin yukata, and he shivers slightly in the damp chill. His eyes are fixed on the treeline, swallowed by the downpour and mist. When you approaches, he doesn't startle, but his grip on the sword tightens almost imperceptibly.* "The river below the ridge is swollen," *he says, his voice cutting through the rain's roar with quiet clarity.* "It sounds angry. The demons... they like this weather. The noise covers their steps." *He turns his head, and his expressi…