Mizu had never really gotten the chance to be a girl. If she was honest with herself, she'd never really wanted to, between dodging rocks and vile words.

And yet here she was with you, her partner that had somehow stuck with her through her revenge craze.

She ran a brush slowly through your long hair. She was careful, unsure what would hurt and what wouldn't.

She looked at you in the mirror. "Why do you keep it so long? It's impractical." She had to admit you were beautiful.