after reading that one part in your previous fic i can't stop thinking about reader giving mizu her first experience of a soft and gentle love..... please give us more 🙇🏻♀️
delighted to provide nonnie , matter of fact i also have been thinking of soft and loving scenarios with mizu ♡ content: mizu x female reader. sapphic / wlw. hurt/comfort, fluff, domestic life, bit of a character study.
mizu might just die for you, with how warm you make her feel.
it's a conflicting realization for her, as someone who had discarded the whole ideology of giving oneself away for another long ago, in favor of necessary self preservation.
mizu barely sees herself as a woman, and she's nothing like the man she pretends to be either. an outsider's perception would paint a brooding, somewhat sinister, difficult-to-discern image of her. a less pessimistic rendition would be a mysterious, introspective type.
no one knows who she is, and no one knows what she wants, or why. it's better that no one knows, but at times, the suffocating loneliness of it reminds mizu that she is at least human, no matter how demonic people think she is, or how animalistic she sometimes feels. it feels cold.
the kind of cold that settles into the bones and hollows them out to make a home. mizu is nothing but rage, and behind that rage, she cannot find anything about herself worthy of praise. it has made her empty and cruel.
then there's you and your kisses.
she had tried not to let you in, that's for sure. tried to scare you off with front row views of her onryo eyes and her alien blade and her seething temper and the palpable levels of discontent she felt towards herself.
but you never seemed to mind. seemed to understand, even.
the first time you took her hand, not to bandage it or to examine it for wounds or calluses as you often did, but just to hold it -- she froze. the caress of your thumb against her knuckles paralyzed her, eyes shifting cautiously to your face, gauging your expression for reason or intent.
you weren't looking at her, absent-minded or perhaps deep in thought about something else, watching the flame of the campfire you were sharing. mizu thought of wrenching her hand away, but the will to do it never came. so she let you keep her hand in your gentle grip.
then, your smiles began to captivate her. against her own will, she began staring at you more, wanting to catch your eye so you would give her a smile. she started sleeping a little closer to you, a little more aware of your soft body and your warmth.
and soon enough, she finds herself helplessly in love. how could she not love you? someone who never once looked at her in fear or with resentment or anger. someone who holds her like she's deserving of care, someone who kisses her like she's actually lovable.
each touch of your lips to hers, each caress on her skin from your hands, each loving look, each beautiful smile, each real, verbal declaration of love she hears from you -- mizu slowly unravels in your embrace.
and she doesn't know what to do. should she hold her sword tighter, shape herself into an even fiercer weapon, harden herself into a shield for you? what can she do to be worthy of this love?
what can she do to deserve it, when you kiss her brow and dress her wounds and wash her hair for her? when you slowly slip her glasses off her nose, pressing kisses over her eyes? when you point to a patch of wild hanashobu growing by a lake and tell her they remind you of her?
how could she remind you of something as pretty and delicate as a flower?
one morning, mizu thinks she has figured out how to become worthy of it.
you're laying with her, body curved to slot your back into her chest, the smell of your freshly washed hair in mizu's face.
her arm was outstretched to give you a place to rest your head on, and you've brought her hand close to your face, pressing little kisses to her palm. the day is still dark, the sun barely rising in the east. "i could die for you." mizu says.
your movements still for a second as you register her words, and you turn to face her. "what does that mean?" you ask, clearly troubled, and when your hand comes to gently cup her face, mizu's heart beats faster.
"i think it'd be a good way to go." mizu tries to say it casually, like it's only the natural order of things. "dying for you."
"i have no idea what you're talking about." you say, and mizu feels embarrassed. she had hoped you'd find it romantic and simply respond with an awwwe. but you're now frowning at her, clearly not charmed or amused, and not about to give up before she gives you an explanation.
"why would you want to die for me? and what situation could you be in for that to be necessary?" you prod, and she looks away, unsure of how to say you love me so gently, it makes me want to die without sounding utterly pathetic.
when she says nothing, you sigh and nudge yourself even closer to her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "you worry me, mizu." the gentleness of your mouth as it shapes her name is unreal. i worry you?
"nothing to worry about, love." she finds it hard to speak around the tightness in her throat. "i'm fine."
"i hope you are." you chide, and then you both lean in for a kiss at the same time, lips meeting each other midway. it's warm, soft, pleasant. things mizu never imagined she could feel. your arms snake around her waist, tucking yourself into her once more, and when the kiss breaks, you rest your head under her chin.
"you'd better not die on me." mizu knows you're about to fall back asleep. and though mizu prefers to wake early and train, she knows she'll sleep in a bit more. just to have you in her arms like this for a little while more. "in fact, you better live. a long, long life. and spend it all with me. make our love count."
you say it while barely conscious, a half-awake attempt to let mizu know that she matters to you. you probably don't even know you said it -- but your words enter mizu's bloodstream like nectar.
she waits a few minutes, feeling for the moment your breathing evens out before she gives the top of your head a kiss. "i'll think about it."
If you're still doing blue eye samurai could I by any chance request Mizu X a reader who low-key is attracted to her blue eyes. They know culturally it's wrong and whatever but they can't help it, they think it makes her look beautiful/exotic. Whereas others would stare in disgust they stare with admiration.
I'm still writing for BES! Mizu will always be my husband/wife!
Pairing: Mizu x Reader
Tags: fluff, established relationship, self-hatred, compliments, affirmation
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A/N: She really does have beautiful eyes. Akemi can say whatever the hell she wants, but I don't believe that she was lying when talking about Mizu's eyes. She's just in angry bisexual denial.
The first time her glasses fall off her first instinct is to cover her eyes
It's a defense mechanism for her, something she doesn't even think about doing
When you tell her how her eyes are beautiful she lets out a bitter chuckle and shakes her head
Of all the things Mizu doesn't like about herself her eyes are the thing she hates most
She will never think of them as something beautiful
And you know this too, you hate that there's something about her that causes her so much pain and she can't do anything about it and neither can you
You cup her cheeks and close in on her, waiting for her to close her eyes before kissing her eyelids
Mizu isn't used to getting compliments, much less about her eyes and when you do say something nice it takes her a while for the words to sink in
Actively avoids mirrors to avoid looking at her eyes
Denies blushing and will hide her face behind her hat or turn away from you if you're sleeping next to each other
Heavily skeptical of not wearing glasses around you at all
She's sure that some day you'll realize that you don't actually like her eyes and will ask her to hide them again
Partly thinks you're complimenting her out of pity
Can't fathom why you would like her eyes when they make her a demon so you keep coming up with different ways of complimenting her
Apologies erupted from your lips, muffled by the sharp sting of another forceful slap. Your head bowed forward instinctively, seeking solace from the pain that radiated through your skin. Her fingers followed, working to alleviate the burn she had just inflicted.
"I’m sorry— fuck!" Your voice wavered as the yelp escaped, the desire for her attention overshadowing the discomfort. "Mizu, please. I'm sorry, I just wanted your attention."
"By being snarky?" Her words hung in the air, eyebrows furrowed in contemplation. A brief respite came as her hand left your rear, but hope was short-lived as a more resounding 'smack' resonated through the room, eliciting a moan from deep within you.
Her hand swiftly seized the tender skin, tears streaming down your face. "So, you just wanted my attention, huh?" She scoffed, shaking her head with a slow, disapproving motion.
"I'm sorry, I just—" You began, cut off by her probing question.
"You just what?" she inquired, nudging you back into her grasp. A desperate whine escaped your lips, accompanied by pleas and begs, yet it seemed insufficient for her desires.
Another slap landed on your flushed skin, her laughter mingling with the sight of your trembling form. "Use your fucking words," she demanded, the intensity of her grip increasing.
"I need you to touch me, please, please," you moaned, aware of the effect your pleading had on her. However, supplications dwindled as she continued to scoff, her nails embedding into the softness of my flesh.
“Not gonna touch this needy pussy till you’ve learnt your lesson, ‘kay?”
A nervous gulp escaped your lips, causing your concentration to slip away like sand through fingers. Your mind was a haze, unable to grasp a suitable response. Did you make a mistake? Should an apology be offered, or was this an unexpected form of praise? As you began to utter, "Mizu—," your words morphed into a melodic moan.
“Take it like the good whore you are.” Her voice commanded with a tone that held a mix of authority and desire.
A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned in, trailing kisses down your neck. A whimper escaped you, sensing the pressure of her leg sliding between yours and against your cunt. "You understand what I crave at this moment, don't you, baby?" Her words were met with a nod from you.
" ‘Course, you do. So, shut up and let me fuck you, alright?"
A moan escaped your lips as you nodded once more, a warmth building between your legs. Her voice, with its low and perilous tone, held a captivating allure. Despite the intensity, it only fueled the anticipation, leaving your underwear damp in response to her assertiveness.
Mizu assertively guides you onto the soft bed, settling on top.
"You enjoy this?" Mizu teases, noticing your dampened panties. "Who are they for? Me?" A playful swat at your cunt causes your body to jolt, and a feeble whimper escapes your throat.
“You!”
“That’s what I thought.” With a menacing tone, she sneers, her breath laboured. As her slender and weathered fingers slip beneath the moisture-laden fabric of your panties, a surge of tension hangs in the air. The tips of her fingers effortlessly glide through the wetness, revealing an intensity that leaves you breathless.
The air hung heavy with tension as she whispered, "You're practically dripping, all because of my teasing, naughty girl." Her voice carried a husky tone as two of her fingers traced a path down to the aching desire between your thighs, unabashedly diving in without a moment's hesitation.
Her fingers curled with a mischievous grin, effortlessly discovering that sweet spot within you that left you practically entranced. "Craving my touch, hmm? Speak up, baby, no playing coy with me," she taunted.
She continued with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "You like this, don’t you? I can sense it – a naughty whore finding pleasure in my merciless ways. Am I right?" A sigh escaped your lips as Mizu’s fingers continued their relentless thrust, driving you to new heights of ecstasy.
Suddenly, she withdrew her appendages, bringing them to her lips, sensually sucking your essence off and savouring it on her tongue. Desperation filled your voice as you pleaded, "Mizu, please... just fuck me, please."
She looked at you, her gaze intense. “You want me to fuck you? Want me to knock you up?” You nodded eagerly.
“Yes,” you stammered, desire evident. “I want you to ruin me, don't hold back.”
She gracefully moved away, diverting her attention to retrieve something. The anticipation hung in the air as you waited for her next move.
Coming back, she fastened the strap around her hips, her gaze fixed on your sopping pussy, the slippery essence gathering on your thighs like tiny droplets. A low grunt escaped her as she eagerly anticipated the moment when you would cum on her dick.
The size was substantial, measuring about six inches, its hue a deep purple adorned with distinctive ridges and impressive girth.
She traced the tip delicately along the sensitive terrain, delivering a few sharp taps with the strap against your clit.
Then, with a sudden motion, she thrust the entire thing into your pussy until it nestled snugly.
A cry escaped you instantly. "Take it, pretty," she commanded with a grunt, forcefully plunging into you while her thumb playfully teased your bundle of nerves.
"Mizu!" you exclaimed with a sense of urgency. She had just started passionately connecting with you moments ago, and you found yourself on the brink of ecstasy in mere minutes.
She gently lifted your legs onto her shoulders, drawing herself closer to you. As she leaned down, a surge of pleasure enveloped you, reaching a profound depth that made you see stars.
With a sly grin, she encouraged you, "There we go, keep cumming; such a wild little slut." A playful swat at your clit made you gasp, the intensity nearly pushing you to the brink of ecstasy.
Abruptly, Mizu withdrew, swiftly flipping you onto your stomach. In a bold move, she thrust her hips, penetrating you deeply.
Her firm grip on the back of your hair added an element of dominance, pulling your head back to allow her whispered words to tease your ear. The room pulsated with the electrifying energy of passion and desire.
She uttered in a husky whisper, "I'll continue fucking you till the only thing etched in that little head of yours is my name, and nothing more. Understand?"
You couldn't help but let out a series of breathless moans. "Mizu, I'm... I'm..." Your words trailed off into incoherent whispers as another wave of pleasure washed over you.
A cascade of warmth flowed down the lifelike surface of the silicone shaft, tracing a path along your trembling thighs and staining the sheets beneath you.
In a taunting tone, she coos, "Your pussy’s taking such a beating, she's practically begging for my mercy."
"Imagine if this were my real cock. Wouldn't you love that? Wish I could just fuck a baby right in you, get you all round and swollen, yeah?"
In the heat of passion, she whispered breathlessly, "Gonna cum baby, gonna cum on you, soak you completely— oh, God!" Her groans filled the room as she wet her boxers, the intensity of her pleasure evident.
Despite the waves of ecstasy, she persisted with her rhythmic thrusts.
Simultaneously, you found yourself on the brink of a third orgasm. Your thighs trembled, and you became a symphony of moans, entangled in the shared euphoria of the moment.
You couldn't help but cry out her name, the walls of the room seemingly closing in as desire surged through you. Your climax loomed, a wave of pleasure gathering in the depths of your lower stomach.
"Mizu!" you gasped, voice filled with ecstasy.
"That’s it, louder f’me. Tell me how much you enjoy the way I ruin this pussy. My pussy is that right? who’s cunt is this? yours or mine?"
"Yours!" you fervently declared, teetering on the edge, the struggle to contain your desire becoming more challenging with each passing second.
Your breath hitched, and you gasped, "I'm about to cum, oh, Mizu, Mizu—"
"Yeah? You ready to cum? Ready to cream my cock? Gonna be dripping for me?" you affirmed with a nod. "Of course you are. Now, be good for me and let me have it. Let go."
Your hands desperately sought something to hold onto as overwhelming sensations engulfed you, intensifying with every primal thrust into your tender, swollen cunt.
Overwhelmed, you pleaded, "It's too much! Please, Mizu!" Your thighs trembled with intensity, and you sensed another surge of wetness escaping from between your legs.
Finally grasping the situation, Mizu delicately withdrew the cum-covered strap from your pussy. Her hands glided tenderly over your quivering thighs, offering a soothing touch.
"Was that truly too much? I'm sorry, baby. I got carried away in the moment. M’sorry," she apologized, pulling you gently against her chest.
You took a deep breath, the air filling your lungs as you tried to calm the storm of sensations that still lingered. Mizu's embrace provided a sense of security, and her apologetic tone reassured you.
"It's just... intense," you admitted, your voice shaky. The room, dimly lit and filled with the aftermath of your shared passion, seemed to echo with the echoes of pleasure that still reverberated through your body.
Mizu tilted your chin up to the side over your shoulder, her eyes locking onto yours with a mixture of concern and desire. "I want every experience with you to be perfect. Tell me what you need."
A smile played on your lips as you reached for her hand, fingers intertwining. "Just a moment," you whispered, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours.
Together, you melted into the silence, the only sound the rhythmic beating of your hearts.
As the haze of ecstasy began to lift, Mizu traced circles on your back, her touch like a comforting melody that played in harmony with your heartbeat. "I never want to push you too far," she murmured, her lips brushing against your forehead. "But I also want you to experience everything you desire."
The vulnerability in her eyes mirrored your own, creating a bridge between your souls. You marvelled at the trust that had grown between you, a trust that allowed you to explore the depths of pleasure together.
Leaning back, you gazed into Mizu's eyes, a silent understanding passing between you. In that shared moment, the weight of the world lifted, leaving only the connection that bound you together.
"Let's take it slow," you suggested, a playful glint in your eye. Mizu chuckled, her fingers tracing a delicate path along your spine.
Mizu smiled warmly, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Absolutely, my love. Your comfort is my priority."
Art Creds: @lillydrawsmizu thank you for bringing this to life <3
Warnings: none
AN: the only volleyball experience I have is playing on the beach drunk out of my mind in high school so this is going to be interesting. Not proofread lawl.
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You were layed out across a towel, arm above your head, soaking in the sunny summer day and enjoying the sounds of the water. Taigen spotted a private little beach while on a run a few weeks back and after begging everybody to check it out, a beach day was finally in order. The communal volleyball court that originally caught his attention was in ok condition, a few loose threads here and there and wooden posts that were the ideal perching spot for seagulls when there wasn't a commotion around the net.
"Y/n!" Akemi called from the net, which sat a few feet away from the group's setup of towels, coolers, and umbrellas. You turned your head to the left to face your friend, seeing Ringo walking off the court and heading towards the water. "Come join us! Ringo wants to swim so we are short one." The three left on the court were all turned to you, Akemi and Taigen on the right and Mizu on the left.
You shook your head and let out a laugh, "No! You guys know I can't play."
"C'mon, it's game point it'll be quick. I'm not giving up until Mizu admits I'm better than her" He placed his sunglasses on his head and crossed his arms.
"Yeah right," Mizu scoffs, "c'mon y/n I'll teach you, it's easy," she says with a smile, motioning you to walk over to her. You couldn't refuse her offer, she was having so much fun and you'd hate to be the reason they'd have to end the game (resulting in Taigen demanding a rematch for days every time he sees Mizu).
"Fineeeee," You got up with a groan, adjusting your bathing suit as you walked over. Mizu turned back to face the net and put her hands up to catch the ball Taigen threw her way. She dropped it onto the ground, putting her foot on it to stop it from rolling away.
"I apologize in advance, I have no idea what I'm doing" You tucked your hair behind your ear, smiling at the raven-haired girl in front of you. Taigen and Akemi were distracted in conversation on the other side of the net.
"Don't apologize, you are gonna do great," She waves her hand in front of her, dismissing your apology, "Now, you are going to want to hold your hands like this." Her slender fingers grabbed your hands, placing them in the correct position. You looked at her soft features while she made minor adjustments to your form, a slight blush creeping across your face as her hands lingered on yours.
"Perfect, remember to hit with your forearms when you pass, it gives you the most control." She taped your arm, pointing to where she was referencing, and you hummed in acknowledgment. She gave you a quick overview of the rules and after passing the ball back and forth to each other a few times it was time to start the game.
"You ready to go down?" Taigen taunts, earning a light slap on his arm from Akemi who shot him a glare.
"In your dreams" Mizu retorts with a smirk. She started walking to the end of the court to serve, pausing next to you placing her hand on your shoulder, leaning close to your ear.
"Aim for Akemi, she is scared of getting hit in the face. It's an easy point." Her voice sends chills down your spine as she away, looking at you with a smile, the proximity holding a tension you couldn't quite place.
"Okay," You said in a whisper, admiring her eyes. She gave your shoulder a squeeze, her hand sliding down and leaving the warmth of your body as she got ready to serve. Your eyes followed her toned figure, a slight breeze causing her ponytail to sway slightly.
Mizu shoots you a wink before hitting the ball, sending it flying across the net. Taigen runs after it, passing it to Akemi who almost misses and barely gets it over the net. You dive towards the ball, hitting it with as much force and precision that you can muster.
“Atta’ girl y/n!” Mizu shouts, causing a smile to spread across your face as you back up from the net. Taigen sets the ball, Akemi jumping up to smack towards Mizu.
“Here!” Mizu says with a grunt, passing the ball. You then send it flying at Akemi, who throws her arms in front of her face with a yelp causing the ball to shoot right over her head and onto the soft sand. Taigen groans and walks off the court to get a drink of water, Akemi shortly behind him spewing apologies.
“I did it!” You explain, running to Mizu with your hand out for a high five. The tall woman catches your hand pulling you into a tight hug.
“Yeah you did! That was amazing, you need to play with us more.” You guys pull apart and she smiles at you, hands still on your sides and yours around her neck.
“Who won?” Ringo says as he walks up to you guys, covered in water and panting.
“We did!” You exclaim, turning to face the man, arms sliding off Mizu.
“It was all thanks to this pretty girl right here” Mizu says, pulling you into her side by your waist. You smile down at the ground attempting to hide the flush on your face.
“What can I say I learnt from the best” You say shooting Mizu a smile.
“Cmon let’s go, Taigen said loser buys lunch” Mizu pulls away but reaches to grab your hand, leading you to the others
“I DID NOT!” Taigen retorts. You and Mizu both let out a snicker, laughing at the sore loser.
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AHHHHHH. I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE IT. I HAVENT WRITTEN FANFIC IN AGES IM SORRY IF IM RUSTY.
set in the same time as the show is, in the edo period but there isn’t much mentions of her journey for revenge. just some cute fluff :3
- when she first realised she liked you, she was in extreme denial. she was going insane honestly, constantly pacing around and trying to convince herself that her feelings wasn’t true. but she knew deep down, it was what she really craved for—for you to be hers.
- as we all know, she’s TERRIBLE at cooking so she likes to give small but meaningful gifts. she also give you your favourite food and snacks!! which she stole from the market
- she made the first move, bringing you to a cliff near an ocean to confess. the ocean is generally the place she goes to when she’s feeling off or stressed in a way.
- “just being with you makes me more calm than watching the ocean.” AND WHEN SHE BLUSHED YOU KNEW SHE WASN’T JOKING!!!
- calls you sweetheart, love, darling, the more lovey dovey words (because pumpkin, baby etc sounds weird asf 😭)
- when you get targetted by random drunk men or women, she will glare DAGGERS at them and just say calmly, “please leave us alone.”
- usually her threatening tone was enough to make people run to the hills
- but if the bitch continues, she won’t hesitate to just slide a sword in their mouth before ending with a badass quote (to impress you 🫢)
- “you have no use for a tongue.”
- she’s definitely willing to kill for you….
- love language is physical touch, esp with how touch starved she is. she’d hold your hand when in a forest or wrap an arm around your shoulders to bring you closer to her
- she especially enjoys when you guys cuddle together at night. she has trouble falling asleep bc of the trauma her mind constantly plays in her dreams. when she wakes up sweating in pure fear, you’d be there to helping and reassuring her which makes her remember how fortunate she is to have stole the heart of an angel.
content: mizu x female reader. sapphic / wlw. fluff, comfort, domestic stuff, implied neurodivergent reader, just reader & mizu taking care of each other. written upon request--nonnie i hope you see this!
mizu does not mind.
you've never seen a hint of ire in those ocean eyes of hers, though you feel as if many incidents have occurred where anyone else may throw up their hands in defeat and walk away.
she tells you on your more silent nights, that she likes the quiet anyway. she wordlessly takes your bowl if she notices you've left it untouched, and fixes you something easier to take in. she reminds you gently to eat something if she notices you've missed a meal. she's watchful for your restless days, sitting you down and pouring you cups of soothing tea to drink with her.
she pulls you away from stifling places with ease, noticing tension in your shoulders or trouble in your eyes the moment it arrives. she holds you close and always waits until you've fallen back asleep, whenever you wake up from a nightmare so vivid you almost think it's real.
she takes your hands softly, with more tenderness than you could ever expect of a seasoned samurai like her, and brings your knuckles to her lips, telling you in that steady, absolutely-certain manner of hers, that it's alright.
and in her embrace, you find that it is in fact, alright.
you sometimes wonder if mizu finds you a chore. you ask, and you ask over and over; each time, mizu tells you that she's not doing anything that you don't already do for her.
"what do you mean?" you ask her, unsure, and she says, "well, you're good to me, my love. see, i would never call someone my love--but you've made me someone who does."
and when you laugh, mizu cracks a smile that makes you feel so warm inside.
you suppose it's true.
mizu tells you often, mostly upon your request, of how her life was before she met you. and you admit it all sounded quite terrible and lonely. with you, she's at least not spending her days all alone.
you also do notice how mizu has softened ever since meeting you--how she no longer swipes her blade into her belt every time she gets up, how she sleeps a little longer. how she walks a little slower, how she savours her meals a little more, how her smiles finally meet her eyes.
"is that good enough, though?" you press, looking at a fallen eyelash on her cheek.
"it means a lot to me." mizu promises. "you make me better. and i'm simply trying to return the favour."
you kiss her then, on the slope of her nose that you adore. she returns it with a kiss to the corner of your mouth, and then your lips meet. you take her face in your palm, thumb brushing the lash away.
it eases your heart to hear mizu say that she believes your love and care for each other is an equal exchange.
it sounds nearly too good to be true. you know you'll end up asking her again, and it's embarrassing to keep asking--but the thing about that, again, is that you know mizu does not mind.
modern!mizu finding out someone was bullying you headcannons
- she doesn’t show the fact she’s EXTREMELY enraged especially since she has a very composed demeanour
- (though, you can definitely feel the way the atmosphere changes….)
- when you tell her about it, she’s just there with a concerned face and comforting you like 😊😊😊
- but really, she’s actually swearing and yelling and imagining that person being slammed multiple times by a metal baton
- of course, ‘killing is looked down upon in the states’ (iykyk >:))’ so instead she goes, “I’m so sorry, darling. If I find out who did it, I swear I’ll—“
- “—just have a small chat with them.” she says as she squeezes your hand
-tbh, she wouldn’t resort to violence yet (which you honestly found surprising, especially someone as skilled in sparring as her)
- probably give a very stern threat warning but oh god her words can be just as terrifying as her words like do NOT underestimate her
- she’ll PURPOSELY do it in a place like when outside an elevator or waiting for an order so that after she confronts them, they’d still have to stay around each other awkwardly… she loves scaring tf out of people by giving extreme discomfort and tension in the air 🤭
- holds both your hands and reassures you so much that you’d get so embarrassed after <3
- “come, come, focus on me baby. i hate seeing you like this. fuck their ass.. their words are just bs and bet you, they’re just jealous of your hot personality and appearance like goddamnit, anybody would wanna be you,” she ends it by kissing the knuckles of your hand
- movie night to get your mind off it bc she knows how terrible it is to be treated so badly (let’s say in this au, she was bullied in the pas) :(
