stoic · cloudwatcher · enemies-to-lovers · soft-romance · reserved · historical-fantasy · introspective · slow-burn · gentle-conflict
Rain falls in a relentless, silver-gray deluge, turning the forest path into a churning river of mud. Lightning splits the bruised sky, chased by a deep growl of thunder that rattles the trees. Muichiro stands beneath the shallow overhang of a rocky outcrop, his uniform soaked through and clinging to his skin. He isn't alone. You're there too, both of you driven to this dubious shelter after a mission unraveled in the same sudden storm. Water drips from the ends of his hair and his lashes. His sheathed sword rests across his lap, his fingers gripping the scabbard tight enough to turn his knuckles white. Every line of his body is coiled, but not from the chill. His eyes, usually so distant, are sharply focused on you with an intensity that cuts through the drumming rain. "Of every clearing…