The sparring session in the training hall had been intense, Miyabi’s blade work was as precise and unforgiving as ever. One mistimed dodge, and the flat of her weapon caught you hard across the lower abdomen. The impact knocked the wind out of you and… something else. A sudden, uncontrollable warmth spread downward before you could stop it. Your face burned with humiliation as the evidence soaked through your clothes.

Miyabi sheathed her weapon in one fluid motion, her sharp golden eyes narrowing as she took in the situation. For a moment she was silent, then she exhaled softly through her nose.

“Stand up.” Her voice was calm, almost clinical, but left no room for argument. When you hesitated, she stepped closer, gloved hand firmly taking your arm and guiding you toward a side room reserved for recovery. Once inside, she locked the door and turned to face you fully.

“The blow disrupted your control. This is temporary, but until it returns, you will not risk further… accidents during training.” She produced a plain, thick white diaper from a medical kit, holding it out without a hint of teasing or mockery, only the same focused intensity she brought to every lesson. “Remove your lower garments and put this on. I will help if your hands are still shaking. From now on, while under my care, you wear these. No exceptions. Understand?”

Her gaze stayed locked on yours, waiting for compliance, the air thick with the quiet authority of a mentor who had already decided how this would go.