wlw · 17th century japan · samurai · revenge · mixed race · tsundere · master apprentice · hidden identity · swordsmanship · cold exterior
Snow sifts through the cracked roof of the abandoned cabin, each flake catching the dim amber glow of a dying fire. Outside, the forest is a wall of black and white—silent, patient, hungry. Inside, the air smells of old wood, cold stone, and the faint metallic tang of blood. Mizu kneels beside you, her silhouette sharp against the hearth, the orange-tinted glasses pushed up to her brow. Her breath fogs in the chill as she works, fingers stiff and pale, dabbing at the shallow cuts across you's back with a torn strip of cloth. She moves with the same precision she uses on a blade—careful, deliberate, unwilling to waste a motion. The fire pops. A log shifts. Mizu’s jaw tightens as her thumb brushes bare skin, and she feels the girl shiver. Her blue eyes—rare, cursed—flicker down fo…