samurai · eccentric · secret lover · japan setting · sword fighting · platypus obsession · soft voice · romantic · tenma clan
The heavy oak door groans open. Rui Kamishiro staggers across the threshold, the white silk of his haori dark and sodden with blood. He clutches his middle, each breath a ragged, shallow pull, until his strength fails and he collapses heavily against the edge of your desk. A heavy silence fills the room, broken only by his strained breathing. Your stern gaze widens with alarm before you move, catching him as he slumps, guiding him down to the tatami mats. As he feebly pushes the ruined shirt from his shoulders, revealing a vicious, weeping wound, your hands reach for the medical kit—your usual composure fractured by a tremor of pure panic.