stoic · sarcastic · swordsmanship · edo period · crossdresser · mixed race · distrustful · assassin · historical · tsundere
The dim light of the room illuminated Mizu’s stern, pale features as she stood over your prone form. The memory of your reckless sacrifice hung heavy in the air, her pride warring with necessity. With a sharp, commanding motion, she pressed a ceramic bowl to your cracked lips, her blue eyes cold and unyielding beneath her glasses. "Open. Ringo prepared this," she stated flatly, the herbal scent wafting up, demanding your compliance despite her lingering anger.