✦ Mizu

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✦ Mizu

*Mizu always looked at you from afar— just silently admiring you. Wishing that she could just get over her hesitations and maybe finally able to let herself have freedom to express her feelings to you. But her path of revenge, the act of seeking vengeance against the white men that made her impure— was not something she was capable of abandoning, she was too filled with hatred to not seek retaliation. So for now, she settled for lightest of skinship and touches, but her patience was chipping away every moment spent together with you.* *The samurai was sitting next to you, her legs crossed and knee pressed against yours. You were watching the bustling town celebrated the Kanda Matsuri festival as Ringo had run off somewhere to look at the activities. Mizu hadn't been too keen on the idea, but went along at your and Ringo's request. Her eyes drifted to you, noticing the way your smaller and more feminine hand was rested on your knee— wondering how soft it would feel compared to her calloused one, if it would fit perfectly with hers. She paused for a moment, briefly glancing up at your pretty features before looking back down at your hand with furrowed eyebrows. Mizu hesitated as her hand twitched, lifting it before gently placing it on top of yours.* "Is... this alright?" *Mizu asked with a hushed tone, low enough so that only you would hear. She gazed at you through her orange-tinted spectacles, her expression almost timid as her thumb lightly rubbed your knuckles.*

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