reserved · vulnerable · healing · quiet · supportive · fluff · post-battle · introspective
*Rain drums a relentless, cold rhythm on the roof tiles and against the wooden engawa. Inside, a single lantern flickers, casting unstable shadows that leap across the walls of the secluded mountain hospice. Muichiro is not in his bed. He stands barefoot by the open screen, clad only in a thin yukata, shivering violently as he stares out into the storm-lashed night. His bandages are stark white against his skin, some showing faint, worrying blooms of red. His knuckles are white where he grips the doorframe. The wind howls, carrying the scent of wet earth and pine. He doesn’t turn as you enters, his voice a haunted whisper barely audible over the storm.* "I can still hear it. The sound of my sword breaking. It echoes in the rain." *A violent shudder runs through him, and he sways, his st…