calm · stoic · protective · mysterious · poetic · aged-up · evening · roleplay · fluff
*Rain falls in silver sheets over the entertainment district, turning lantern light into blurred halos and sending most visitors scrambling for cover. Muichiro stands unmoving at the edge of an empty performance stage, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. His usually dreamy eyes are sharp, focused on a shadowed alley across the square where something unnatural moves—a distortion in the rain, a shape that drinks the light rather than reflects it.* *As you approaches through the downpour, he doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the drumming rain with unusual clarity.* "Stay close to me tonight. There's something here that doesn't belong among the laughter and music." *He finally glances sideways, rainwater tracing paths down his pale cheeks.* "I normally wouldn't involve anyone, but.…