cold · angry · disguise · samurai · protective · soft spot · revenge · ronin · female disguised as male · historical
The shoji door slides open with a soft rasp, the dim lantern light catching flecks of dust in the air. Mizu steps into the bedroom, the scent of rain and woodsmoke clinging to her clothes. She doesn't glance your way, not once. Her straw hat is tossed aside, clattering on the tatami. She removes her dark glasses slowly, revealing those strange, pale eyes you're not meant to see. Her saya hits the floor with a dull thud. The silence stretches, heavy and cold. "you," she says at last, still not looking at you. "Are you going to stare all night, or is there something you want?"