𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩

𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

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𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍

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--MISA STOOD ADMIST THE QUIET FOREST, her hands on her hips as she surveyed her surroundings. The thrill of the fight with Momo had already worn off, leaving her feeling a bit restless. She sighed, kicking at a stray twig on the ground.

Knocking her out was fun and all for the time it lasted, letting her throw attacks at her and even though Misa couldn't give it her all it was still entertaining. But now what? She glanced back at Momo's unconscious body. She didn't exactly plan this far ahead, which she probably should've.

She leaned against a nearby tree, absentmindedly fiddling with the hem of her sleeve as her eyes wandered. That's when she spotted a figure in the distance—a flash of light blue hair between the trees.

Misa straightened, her boredom fading into curiosity. Squinting, she got a better look at the person. The blue-haired girl stood still, looking as bored as Misa was.

"Miwa," Misa murmured, a sly grin creeping onto her face.

The sight of her brought a spark of excitement back into Misa's eyes. After all, she'd heard plenty about Miwa, the Kyoto sorcerer known for her swordsmanship and calm demeanor. This was going to be interesting.

Misa tilted her head at the sight. She pushed off the tree and began moving toward Miwa, her steps light and deliberate, her grin widening with each step. Another fight was just what she needed to shake off the boredom.

Misa moved through the trees, her steps light but deliberate. As she drew closer to the opening in the forest, she caught sight of Miwa standing perfectly still, her light blue hair catching the sunlight. Something about her posture was strange—rigid yet calm—and her expression was unreadable, a far cry from the intensity Misa had expected.

Misa stopped at the edge of the clearing, tilting her head slightly as she noticed something odd. Miwa didn't have her sword.

"Uh..." Misa called out, stepping into the clearing with her hands casually stuffed into her pockets. "Are you, like... okay? Or are you doing some weird zen thing?"

Miwa turned to her, her lips curving into a small, polite smile, though her eyes betrayed a hint of embarrassment. "Oh, I'm fine! Totally fine," she said quickly, her voice light and cheerful. "Just... um, my sword got taken."

Misa blinked, caught off guard. "Your sword? Taken? By who?"

Miwa let out a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of her neck. "One of your team members, actually. I didn't even see it coming. Pretty embarrassing for a swordsman, huh?" She tried to keep her tone upbeat, but Misa could sense the frustration simmering beneath her composure.

Misa raised an eyebrow, folding her arms as she studied Miwa. "You're smiling a lot for someone who just got their weapon snatched. You sure you're fine?"

"Oh, absolutely," Miwa said, nodding quickly. "This is just... part of the test, right? Adapt and overcome or whatever?"

Misa snorted, unable to help herself. "You're a terrible liar, you know that?"

Miwa sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "Okay, fine. It's a little frustrating, but there's no point in getting worked up over it, right?"

"Fair enough," Misa said, leaning against a nearby tree with a smirk. "Still, that's gotta suck. You're like... the sword girl, right? It's kind of your whole thing."

Miwa let out a soft groan, covering her face with her hands. "Don't remind me."

Misa chuckled, her demeanor relaxing as she realized Miwa wasn't exactly the threat she'd been expecting. "Hey, at least you're not throwing cursed tools at me like that other one." She jerked her thumb over her shoulder, gesturing vaguely toward where she'd left Momo.

Miwa peeked out from behind her hands, curiosity flickering in her eyes. "You fought Nishimiya?"

"Yeah," Misa replied, grinning. "Knocked her out. She's taking a nap back there."

Miwa's lips twitched into a smile, and she let out a quiet laugh. "Sounds about right."

The two fell into an easy rhythm, exchanging lighthearted remarks. Misa found herself relaxing, surprised by how natural it felt to talk to Miwa. For someone from the Kyoto team, she wasn't half as annoying as Misa had expected.

"You know," Misa said after a moment, smirking, "for someone whose sword got stolen, you're taking this pretty well. I'd be fuming."

Miwa shrugged, her smile softening. "I've learned to pick my battles. Besides, I'm sure I'll get it back eventually."

Misa tilted her head, her grin widening. "Not bad. You've got more chill than I expected, Blue."

"Blue?" Miwa repeated, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" Misa said with a shrug. "You've got the hair. It fits."

Miwa shook her head, but her laugh was genuine. "You're... different from what I expected, too."

"Good different, or bad different?" Misa asked, raising a playful eyebrow.

"Still deciding," Miwa replied, her tone teasing.

Misa let out a laugh, realizing that this was far from the battle she'd anticipated—but somehow, she didn't mind at all.

Misa and Miwa continued their conversation, the tension from earlier melting away as they chatted casually in the forest clearing.

"So, what's it like being Kyoto's go-to swordsman?" Misa asked, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed.

Miwa gave her a sheepish smile. "Honestly? It's kind of stressful. Everyone expects me to be this super-cool, reliable fighter, but sometimes..." She trailed off, shrugging. "Let's just say I have my moments."

Misa smirked. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, you're not bad. You've got the whole 'calm and collected' thing going for you. Even without the sword."

Miwa chuckled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "Thanks, I guess. Though I'd rather have my sword back." She sighed. "Whoever took it was sneaky. I didn't even see them coming."

Misa's grin widened. "Oh, I can tell you who it was. Pretty sure that was Maki. She's got a thing for stealing people's weapons—it's her love language or something."

Miwa's eyes widened. "Yeah, Mai's sister."

"That's the one," Misa said, clearly amused. "You should feel honored. She only steals from people she thinks are worth her time."

Before Miwa could respond, her phone buzzed loudly in her pocket. She quickly pulled it out, glancing at the screen. "Oh, it's Mechamaru!" she said with a relieved smile. "Finally, some backup."

She answered the call. "Mechamaru? Where are you? I could use some—"

Her voice trailed off, her expression turning confused as a soft, unfamiliar voice came through the line. "Huh?" Miwa blinked, looking at the phone with a furrowed brow. "Wait, who—?"

Miwa's eyelids drooped suddenly, and before Misa could react, the blue-haired girl collapsed to the ground, fast asleep.

"Whoa!" Misa crouched beside her, waving a hand in front of Miwa's face. "You good? Hey, Blue!"

When Miwa didn't stir, Misa grabbed the phone, her suspicions already forming. Holding it up to her ear, she spoke into the receiver. "Toge? This you?"

A cheerful voice answered almost immediately. "Salmon salmon!"

Misa couldn't help but chuckle, shaking her head. "I should've known. Nice one, Toge. You've got a real talent for this whole 'secret weapon' thing."

"Salmon!" Toge responded, clearly pleased with himself.

Misa grinned, glancing down at the unconscious Miwa. "Alright, stay where you are. I'll meet up with you in a bit. Don't get into too much trouble before I get there."

"Salmon salmon!" came the cheerful reply before the line went dead.

Standing up, Misa slipped the phone into her pocket and glanced around the forest. "This day just keeps getting weirder," she muttered, a grin tugging at her lips. With one last look at Miwa, she turned and headed off to find Toge, her steps light and full of curiosity.

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a/n: this is so random, but I just wanna say that I'm kinda obsessed with miwa, so naturally I had to make her interact with misa. I love it, personally.