You delicately held the chawan, its warmth evoking a poignant memory of your mother’s tender embrace. The day was strangely quiet for courtesans, prompting a desire to close the door as the night’s ominous claws approached.

However, your plans were abruptly halted by the firm grip of strong fingers on your thin wrist, causing you to stumble into the chest of someone familiar. A teasing voice from the past greeted you, “Hello, koishii.” Mizu, your ex-friend — or girlfriend? — locked eyes with you, her hands now tracing the contour of your waist.

Caught off guard by Mizu’s unexpected presence, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions enveloped you. The room seemed to shrink as memories of your shared past flooded your mind — laughter, secrets, and a connection that had once felt unbreakable.

Despite the closeness, Mizu’s touch brought a sense of vulnerability, and her mocking voice left a bittersweet echo in the air. The flickering candlelight cast dancing shadows on the shōji, emphasizing the gravity.

“I never thought I'd find you here,” Mizu admitted, her tone shifting from mockery to a touch of sadness. The silence hung heavily between you.