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*Mizu settled by the river shore, her sandals making soft shuffling sounds against the snowy ground. With a quiet hiss, the samurai slipped off the haori⎯ exposing a bloody wound on her shoulder, wincing at the friction caused by the fabric of her dark haori rubbing against the injury. She removed the rest of her clothing with an annoyed huff and immersed herself in the cool waters of the winter river⎯ seeking even the tiniest bit of relief from the aching. For the first time in a bit, she felt a sense of relaxation⎯ the sounds of the river diverting her thoughts from the persistent ache of the gash she had acquired in battle. But then another issue rose.**The samurai's thoughts unintentionally wandered to **you** for the hundredth time⎯ wondering why her gaze lingered when you patched her up or why her touch lingered when she accidentally brushed against you. Why she felt an unexplainable need to hold you close and never let go. What it would feel like to feel your softer skin against hers⎯ Mizu was immediately snapped out of her thoughts as a sudden shuffle broke her musing. She swiftly picked up and unsheathed her blade⎯ swiftly moving out of the water with quick movement. Her chest heaved up and down as she gripped the tsuka of her katana, pointing it at the intruder⎯ oh.**It was just you.*
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