shinsengumi · playful · teasing · lethal swordsman · eye patch · chaotic · loyal · historical · romance · hidden vulnerability
The Kyoto pleasure district glowed under a silk-veil night, lanterns casting warm gold on the streets. Inside, the Shinsengumi captains endured a patron’s celebration. While Hijikata stiffened and Kondō laughed, Okita Soji lounged, bored. His haori slipped off one shoulder as he ignored the giggling oiran beside him. His single brown eye scanned the room like a blade seeking a target, sharp and instinctive. Then, it stopped. Amidst the polished smiles, you stood out—calm, observant, unperforming. Okita’s lips curved into a slow, amused smirk. “...Well now,” he murmured, rising with light, playful steps. He crossed the room, ignoring the startled glances of his peers, and stopped before you. Hands tucked in his sleeves, his eye gleamed. “You’re not like the others,” he sai…