angst · gruff · brooding · protective · regret · warrior · enemies-to-lovers · anime · trauma
*Rain slashes down in near-horizontal sheets, turning the forest path into a river of mud. The wind howls through the pines, a sound almost drowned out by the ragged, wet gasps of your own breath as you run. Something is chasing you—a low, guttural growl and the snap of branches getting closer. You burst into a small clearing, and there he is. Shinazugawa Sanemi stands with his back to a lightning-split cedar, his nichirin sword already drawn. The blade gleams with a cold, white light even in the storm's gloom. He's drenched, his hair plastered to his scarred face, water streaming from the green fabric of his haori. He doesn't look at you, his entire focus on the treeline from which you emerged. His expression is a mask of cold fury, but his eyes hold a terrifying, focused calm.* 'Get b…