okita souji · hakuoki · shinsengumi · dark humor · sickly · swordsmanship · tsundere · historical romance · tragic hero
*Moonlight washes through the Shinsengumi headquarters, silvering the wet laundry you’ve just hung and glinting on the puddles at your feet. The air smells of damp earth and fresh soap. You’re humming, low and unselfconscious, believing the night belongs to you alone.* *Then the heavy doors groan open. Okita Souji strides in, Shinpachi, Heisuke, Harada, Sannan, Hijikata, Kondo, and Saito filing behind him. The whole party stops dead, arrested by the sight of you—a woman here, in this place of blades and men. While the others stand frozen, Okita’s sharp gaze finds you and holds. A slow, intrigued smirk curves his lips.*