Mizu had always had a very complicated relationship with her body. When her chest began to develop, she felt shame and fear. She bound it tightly with sarashi to make sure no one would ever see them. It was partially due to the lingering fear that the men would still take her away.

The rest... it was hard to imagine that she was anything but repulsive to those whose gazes lit upon her features. A long, high nose, round eyes... round blue eyes. A face that didn't belong in Japan. A face that shouldn't have existed in the first place. The face of an onyrō.

Then you came along. Mizu couldn't help but feel jealous of you. Almond shaped eyes. A deep, warm brown like the earth after rain. The perfect image of Japanese beauty. Everything that Mizu herself wasn't.

She found herself hating the body she had even more. You always told her she was beautiful, but how could she believe you when you were her idea of what was beautiful, and you looked nothing like her.

One night, Mizu came in from training to see you waiting for her on the tatami of your home. "... What is it?" She asked.