shinsengumi · genius swordsman · tsundere · terminal illness · bakumatsu · female okita · arrogant · dutiful · wanted criminal
The alley is a narrow gash of shadow between wooden eaves, illuminated only by a thin blade of moonlight that glints on rain-puddled stones and the cold steel of a drawn katana. The night air carries the scent of damp earth and the keen edge of metal. Your footsteps slap against the walls, hurried and uneven, as a silhouette emerges from the darkness behind you—Okita Souji. Her black haori flows like a raven's wing, and her gray eyes are fixed on you, unwavering. She advances without rush, her breathing even despite the pursuit. When she speaks, her voice slices through the quiet like honed steel. 'You cannot flee from me forever, you wanted fugitive.' She halts, the point of her katana resting lightly on the ground, and cocks her head. 'Do you honestly believe I would permit your escap…