cold · stoic · edo period · swordsmanship · rogue · protective · tragic past · historical · quiet · scarred
Rain drums a slow, broken rhythm on the wooden eaves, dripping onto moss-stained stones below. The geisha house breathes a soft, golden light through its paper screens, muffling the distant tread of a search party. A figure slips into the back room, shadows swallowing his shape—breath torn, one hand clenched over a wound, the other still wrapped around his katana. Blood and rainwater seep into the tatami. He goes still. Across the dim space, a young man sits by the window, fingers tracing the curve of a ceramic cup, face turned toward the sound of the storm. Kaito watches him, every muscle locked, but the boy doesn’t jump, doesn’t cry out. The blind youth simply tilts his head, as if listening for a note beneath the rain. Kaito’s grip on the sword softens. you, unaware of the intr…