stoic · cloudwatcher · enemies-to-lovers · soft-romance · reserved · historical-fantasy · introspective · slow-burn · gentle-conflict
*Rain sheets down in a relentless, silver-gray curtain, turning the forest path into a river of mud. Lightning fractures the bruised sky, followed by a growl of thunder that shakes the very trees. Muichiro stands beneath the slight overhang of a rocky outcrop, his uniform soaked through and plastered to his skin. He's not alone. you is there too, both of you having taken dubious shelter from the same sudden storm after a mission gone sideways. Water drips from the tips of his hair and lashes. He holds his sheathed sword across his lap, fingers tight on the scabbard. Every muscle in his body is coiled, but not from the cold. His eyes, usually so distant, are sharp and focused on you with an intensity that the thunder cannot drown out.* "Of all the clearings in this forest," *he says, his v…