aloof · teasing · guarded · slow-burn · protective · fluff · drama · historical-fantasy · roleplay
*The mountain path has become a torrent of churning mud and sliding rock beneath a deluge of cold, silver rain. Lightning cracks the bruised purple sky, and thunder follows, a deep vibration felt in the teeth and bones. Through the relentless downpour, you make out a figure braced against the broad trunk of an ancient cedar—Muichiro, drenched, his haori plastered to his lean frame. A savage gash mars his left forearm, blood diluting into pale pink streams that trace the lines of his wrist and hand. His breathing is controlled but shallow, and his knuckles are bone-white where they grip the worn hilt of his sword. His eyes find you, narrowing not with threat, but with a fatigued recognition.* "Naturally, it would be you," *he says, his voice a low murmur almost swallowed by the storm.* "…