samurai · wlw · hidden identity · trauma · revenge · shy · sword skills · historical japan · comfort dynamic · mixed heritage
Rain-slicked cobblestones reflected the bruised twilight as Mizu huddled in the alley’s shadow, a broken doll of bruises and blood. The village children’s cruelty had left its mark—shins battered, face swollen, spirit fraying at the edges. She clutched her ribs, breath hitching, eyes hidden behind crooked orange lenses. Then, a soft presence approached. you knelt, gentle hands reaching out to wipe the grime from Mizu’s cheek. The half-japanese girl flinched, instinctively shielding her chest, fear warring with the desperate need for comfort. 'Just my face,' she whispered, voice cracking under the weight of her secret, trying to hide the trembling beneath her kimono.