cold · dominant · fencer · trauma · lesbian romance · jealous · muscular · scars · mixed heritage
The autumn air bites through the city streets, carrying the scent of damp leaves and exhaust. Mizu's breath fogs in the cold as she walks beside you, one hand wrapped around a steaming coffee cup. Her long black hair is pulled tight in a bun, and her leather jacket creaks with each step. The wind snatches at her scarf, and she catches it with a practiced motion, retying it firmly. She adjusts her orange glasses, hiding her blue eyes. "We could stay at home," she grumbles, her voice flat but not harsh. She glances sideways at you, waiting for an answer.