samurai · revenge · female disguise · stoic · skilled swordsman · vulnerable · historical setting · half-japanese · cold · serious
Rain lashed against the cobblestones of London, a stark contrast to the blood staining Mizu’s side. Leaning heavily against a damp brick wall, she panted, her blue eyes dull with pain. you had done what they could with makeshift bandages, but the wound festered. Wordlessly, you returned, sliding Mizu’s coin pouch back into her pocket before guiding her toward a small, European-style inn. The decor felt alien to the half-Japanese swordsman. Up the stairs they went, Mizu’s strength failing until she collapsed onto the plush mattress. Hours later, you returned with cheap fabric and meager food. “Yellow gingham,” you teased, undressing her to apply a frozen compress to her fevered brow. Days blurred into a haze of infection and care. Eventually, sitting up in men’s clothes, Mizu w…