#mizu the love of my lif

[writings-ofthe-heart]

Alright, second part that's been requested. Using another prompt because my brain is empty. This is insanely short, i apologize trust next fic will be delicious! @mizuswifey here u go :3

MIZU/READER (BES)

Prompt - "I really like your hands."

CW: None! Fluff only :)

(shes so hot ohmygodicantsothis)

“I really like your hands.”

Mizu paused. Shocked, taken aback by the words that fell from your lips. You’ve been staring at her hands the entire time you had been eating. Mesmerized by them, the delicacy of the way Mizu’s hands would lift her chopsticks, drink her tea. Mizu wouldn’t believe what you said, heart pounding a bit. Her ears blushed, and she narrowed her eyes at you. You looked up at her, innocently, graciously. Mizu was upset, the only sentence ringing in her head, without looking up at your red face (from the cold),

“I’ve killed more men than you could ever fathom.” The blood on Mizu’s hands would terrify you, she knew. You only gave a long head tilt, the silence provoked. Mizu knew you were picturing the blood, the gore on her nimble fingers, the death of hundreds on her palms. Scars from battle scattered from her wrist to the tips of her pinky. You only sighed.

“It seems that’s the only way I’d have you, anyways. You are a samurai. The people you’ve killed were killed with honor.”

Mizu could’ve laughed. Could’ve. You had no idea who she was, who she really was in battle. She almost felt bad. You sipped Jasmine Tea, and it made Mizu wonder, would you ever know who she really was?

She shook her head, the slightest bit and slurped down the rest of her soba. It wasn’t important. She couldn’t have you distracting her, from revenge, the one thing she truly deserved. You began to eat quickly, seeing Mizu already finished. By the time Mizu stood, you were quickly eating the rest of the noodles and chugging the soup left over.

“Alright, let’s go.” She hummed, looking down at you. You felt yourself become weak which was odd... but what was stranger is that Mizu almost smirked at you..? Like she could sense your heart growing weak at her voice.

Mizu had no clue in the slightest, she just thought you looked pretty stupid. Hurrying up to please her, weirdo.

She smiled, finding the way you stumbled out of the soba shop to greet her... endearing. Still, you're a weirdo.

[writings-ofthe-heart]

(Mizu, BES)/(Reader)

- prompt: "Always give them the first bite of food."

Cw: None

Info: Reader is fem sorry, may be ooc, i tried. I love my woman so much this is self indulgent and motivated by my day one <3

Mizu walked. Like always, being followed by Ringo and his sister. You were quiet, but agreeable. Mizu only allowed you to follow because Ringo didn't want to leave you alone with your father. The sky weaned and the sun began to fall. Purple and black scattered to the East. Nightfall would arrive soon, Mizu thought absently. Her body ws always tense, ready to pounce on enemies, but her mind? Tranquile. Calm, it seemed like the soft, unmoving ocean.

You were only taken in by Ringo after being left on the noodleshops doorsteps. A cliche backstory, but what could you do? Growing up with Ringo was the best outcome of your childhood. Because of him, you had a certain joy within your aura. Despite the lack of speaking, socializing you did normally, you had good spirit. You were good.

The group set up camp. A fire was lit, courtesy of Ringo and you just looked around for sticks. A silence spread throughout the wintery forest. Mizu sliced the air, releasing an audible sound of her precision. You had stumbled across her, coming face to face when she cut down a tree with ease. You yelped.

"What are you doing here?" She grumbled. You shrugged, softly quipping, "Collecting sticks. What do you want to eat tonight?"

Mizu wondered why you even asked, "..." She rolled her shoulders, narrowing icy eyes behind her lens at you. "Anything is fine."

"Well, okay." You turned to walk away.

An hour after, you were all sitting around the fire as the pot simmered. You stood, grabbing small wooden bowls and scooping the soup into it. There were only two so you gave Ringo one and was about to hand the second bowl to Mizu when her hand stopped it.

"Drink some first. I can eat when you're done."

Confused as you were, you nodded slowly and sipped it. After half the soup was gone you refilled and slid it to Mizu who had dozen off, or at least that's what it looked like. She ate, and eventually you and Ringo fell asleep.

But this didn't just happen once. Another trip to Mihonoseki proved to be a habit of hers.

She broke a rice cake piece before even touching it and shoved it in your hand. Walking idly, you were startled and paused looking down at the crumbled, small piece of dry rice cake. Immediately you swallowed it, to be frank you weren't even hungry but, oh well.

Ringo knew something was weird with Mizu and his sister. First, he didn't pay mind because Mizu is just... odd in general. Not until the third instance where, Mizu not only offered, but refused to eat until you had taken a piece or a bite, did he start thinking more about it. His sister was pretty, he didn't try to disagree but you were oblivious to say the least, unable to see what's in front of you.

Mizu calmly set her chopsticks down. "Try it, I'm sure it's good but I can't risk being poisoned."

Another silly excuse, Ringo rolled his eyes digging into his own bowl of soba noodles. You sighed, dragging Mizu's bowl in front of you and slurping one, exactly one noodle.

"Tastes good to me, now eat! It's almost closed." You tried to hurry her. She seemed unfazed as now and only now Mizu began to eat the soba.

Ringo made an excuse to pull you outside while Mizu finished, (it was incredibly obvious and clumsy.)

"Hey. You must have noticed something weird with Mizu now right?" He holds you by your shoulders.

You purse your lips, "Um..? No.. If you mean her in general, well, I think that's just how she is."

Ringo exhales harshly. The cold wind making itself known in your ears. "No, her habit. Habit of making you eat her food first? Making sure "it tastes good?" Habit of randomly offering you her very first bite? Anything ring bells in your little head?" He grew more frustrated, practically shaking you.

You held up your hands, admitting defeat. "I thought it was just me!"

"You know, it seems oddly intimate for a person like Mizu." He noted. "You don't think..." Ringo gasped, loudly. Mizu appeared outside, her sword clinked as she looked around wildly for danger.

She furrowed her brows at you both, "Excuse me." Mizu walked back into the noodle shop.

"Mizu likes you." Ringo breathlessly, excitedly, exclaimed.

"What?!"