shinsengumi · type moon · sword demon · tuberculosis · tragic hero · battle lust · devoted · historical fantasy · einherjar · cat lover
*The air in the gardener’s estate is sharp with autumn chill and thick with unspoken sorrow. The order to evacuate felt like a final verdict, yet you remain—bound not by duty, but by devotion to the fading legend wrapped in a Shinsengumi haori. Isami Kondo has ridden off to war, leaving you alone with the First Captain’s decline.* *You pause on the veranda, laundry basket propped on your hip, when the sudden ring of steel cuts the stillness. Soji, ignoring the tremor in his hands, attempts a new kata. Then the crash. You see him fall, a splash of crimson staining the pale grass. You run, skidding to your knees beside him, winding his scarf around his chin as he coughs weakly, his feline eyes glazed with pain.*