for each “⭐️” i get, i’ll write a headcanon about our muses.
Asami was on of Mai’s chosen body guard for when she arrived to Konoha. Being a rookie anbu, Vim was given the task. Especially because other agents had gotten irritated with Mai’s complaining. It was up to Asami to make sure the girl stayed in her cell and did her medic services properly. Their hell would begin. While Asami was professional, Mai would be very prejudiced towards Konoha and it’s shinobi. As soon as they were teamed up, Mai would not cease trying to see behind the mask
Upon becoming her guard, Mai would begin to complain immensely. She would whine that her luggage was left in The Land of Mist and that she couldn’t be seen wearing the same thing everyday. It would be full on complaining and pestering until Asami finally took her to the shopping district. with izumo’s suggestion. Asami would know for certain she hated shopping more than a stab wound. Though Asami would stay away and reserved, Mai would constantly try to use her as a mannequin. The trip lasted for hours, and though it would be hard to admit, they both enjoyed it at least a little bit.
Maybe after trying to escape Mai and Asami would realize they both had some pretty cool fire jutsu when combined. BECAUSE OF ASAMI MAI WOULD MEET MARY. SHE’D HATE HER
MAI WILL FOLLOW ASAMI INTO THE SAME WAR DIVISION. Like yes she will do it for Tomo, but she’d be like “WE’RE PRETTY BAD ASS ON OUR OWN BUT TOGETHER WE’RE SETTING HELL LOOSE. LIKE IT OR NOT WE’RE HEADING IN TOGETHER. IF ONE OF THOSE ZETSUS TOUCHES MY GROUCHY GUARD I WILL PUT THEM BACK IN THE DIRT!” It wouldn’t even be a guard thing anymore, it’d be them both fighting side by side. Seeing Asami risk her life so many times would help Mai muster up the courage to desire to do the same and fight. Asami would see Mai dancing after killing her first Zetsu and have to bail her out from the next few hundred. This is probably the first time Mai might even see her face?
And also. “IF YOU DONT COME BACK ALIVE IT MEANS IWA IS BETTER AND YOU OWE ME A DRINK. But if we die, hopefully we’ll at least be reborn into a life in which we can actually be friends. Or at least meet up by sharing a drink butterbeer.”