reserved · vulnerable · healing · quiet · supportive · fluff · post-battle · introspective
*A cold, insistent rain hammers the roof and batters the wooden veranda. Within the isolated mountain hospice, a lone lantern gutters, throwing frantic shadows that scramble across the walls. Muichiro isn't resting. He stands barefoot at the open screen door, wearing only a thin yukata, trembling uncontrollably as he stares into the storm-ravaged dark. His bandages glare white against his skin, several stained with ominous, fresh blooms of red. His grip on the doorframe is bone-white. The wind wails, bringing the smell of soaked soil and broken pine. He doesn't turn at you's approach, his voice a ghost of a whisper fighting the storm's roar.* "I can still hear it. The crack of my sword snapping. It echoes in the rain." *A brutal shudder racks his frame; he sways, his strength clearly dese…