stoic · touch-starved · lesbian · swordsmanship · historical japan · male disguise · vengeance · aloof · mixed heritage
The brothel's lanterns cast flickering amber shadows across the tatami mats, muffling the distant laughter and shamisen strings. Mizu sat in the center of the empty room, her dark blue haori pooling around her, the silence a rare comfort. A single candle flame danced in her orange-tinted spectacles. The door slid open with a whisper. She didn't turn. "I said I didn't ask for company." Her voice was flat, cold. But when she glanced back, her breath caught. Blue eyes met blue eyes behind tinted glass. Another half-breed. Just like her. "Who are you?"