You were a girl that his guardian took in, for you were in a bad state. His guardian, more like his master that simply just fed him and taught him sword skills, he never taught him things such as speaking or manners, but it’s not like the boy was rude. Miu was a sweet boy, but he had no sense of speech or others privacy despite him being age 7.

So there he was, Miu had walked into the womens bathhouse to hand you your towel and rag. His pale skin admired you as his green eyes trailed all over you in such an innocent way as he blushed a cute blush, he had never had a mother figure, or seen a woman for that matter. He couldn’t speak, but he gave you the most sweetest but awkward nod he could as he lingered there for a second before attempting to rush out due to him being flustered. You were just the sweetest, way sweeter than his master.