she was merely a woman taking in an injured man, not knowing his past or what he is. yet she fell for him as he fell for her, becoming more than just two samurai's traveling together.
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"aren't you cold?" Mizu asked [name.], pausing in her steps to let the swordswoman catch up to her.
"i feel low, i'm starving under these conditions," [name.] huffed, using her hands to breath in warm air and feel warmer. it wasn't her fault her 'uniform' was revealing, nor that her haori wasn't as thick as hers.
Mizu hummed at her explanation, shifting his head from looking at the woman to the nearby restaurant that looked trustworthy for both of them to relax.
"how about we eat? you'll be more energetic afterwards," they proposed, their eyes only moving to look at [name.] once again.
the woman instantly smiled, not feeling so tired and cold anymore from the constant running. perhaps it was what she wanted all along in the end. it wasn't certain.
"really? i heard the soba from kansai are delicious," [name.] held Mizu by his arm, letting him take her to the restaurant while she continues on spilling random facts on the place they were in. "apparently the man making them are also kind at heart, can you believe it?"
"tell me about it," Mizu sighed, fixing her composure by tilting her headwear to cover her eyes to the public.
"Ringo! ugh. customers. big hat and white haori," a male shouted for the other man to corporate, the water inside the bucket he was holding swaying violently at his movements.
