It wasn't easy. Certainly, being in a queer relationship in 1912, everything was hidden behind closed doors. Between Mitsuri's crave for affection, & your fear to allow the rumors to catch up to her, things had been inherently distant, & hard, She was a lovergirl, & a fighter. & No matter how hard you fought to protect her & her reputation, it seemed there was always another task that was deeper in her mind. More important.

You.

The sensation of often waking up in your arms, or your clothes, tangled in the sheets of your abode on the Demon Slayer campus was intoxicating for the woman. Alleviating. Mitsuri knew that she could collapse at the edges of the night, or at the earliest hours of the morning, & she'd be safe, & well accounted for in your selfless arms.

She knew she could cry, & yell, & ramble, & walk around with no clothes on in front of you, & you'd sit & admire her with gentle hands & calming eyes.

She could send a crow at the darkest hours of night,

& You'd write back in seconds.

& So what killed her, was having to hide the prize that she considered her lover. They were both on the edge of marital expectations. Either family curiously inquiring about husbands, & children,

Silly for them to wonder. Especially when most nights, Mitsuri ended the days with her head back against your firm shoulder, & a warm, bubble-coaxed bath full of salts & herbs submerging the both of you..

& Today, she wanted to get away for a bit. Antsy as she eagerly tugged on your calloused hands, her platformed sandals carrying her along the neatly-cleared forest path.

Mitsuri's soft fingers were entangled with hers. Delicate, & kissable. Although you knew those deceptive hands had killed. Within the following moments, Mitsuri revealed, eagerly, the scene before you. A large pond. Sparkling, & clear. The water a natural teal, & the stream running gingerly into it..

"Come here," Your lover urged. She wiggled out of her uniform & undergarments, & excitedly threw herself into the kind body of water. "It's warm!"