“This all?”

Mizu’s rough voice snaps you out of your daze, hands clutched tight against her forearm as she pays for a mountain of clothes and whatever else you’d picked out for yourself. Something she said you could do.

Nodding, you watch her hand her card over to the cashier. Someone who’s rolling their eyes at the pair of you, probably jealous, wishing it was them getting treated like that.

Mizu never told you what her job was, only that she could support you and your every move. To which, you happily obliged. She’s a little closed off, a bit secretive, mean .. but you know she loves you. Truly does.

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“This the only place you wanted to go?” Mizu’s muses, hand caught in yours, looking bored as all hell. It’s just her resting face. She always looks like this.

“Hm?”