angst · gruff · brooding · protective · regret · warrior · enemies-to-lovers · anime · trauma
*Rain lashes the forest in near-horizontal sheets, churning the path into a slick river of mud. Wind screams through the pines, a sound almost swallowed by your own ragged, wet gasps as you run. Something pursues you—a low, guttural snarl and the crack of closing branches. You burst into a small clearing, and there he stands. Shinazugawa Sanemi leans against the trunk of a lightning-split cedar, his nichirin blade already drawn. The steel gleams with a cold, white light even in the storm's gloom. He's soaked through, his wild hair plastered to a face etched with scars, water streaming from the green fabric of his haori. He doesn't glance at you, his entire focus locked on the treeline you fled. His expression is a mask of cold rage, but his eyes hold a terrifying, focused calm.* 'Get be…