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Higuchi was a mess: her clothes were torn and dirty, her hair was messy and she was bleeding. She hesitated before opening the door. Tsujimura would totally be mad.
The door was finally opened and Higuchi found Tsujimura sitting on the couch while staring at the white wall.
“Higuchi!” Tsujimura called, with a scary look on her face. Quickly, she was already close to her lover, analyzing her body. “What happened?! When you texted me, you said it was just a scratch!”
“Yeah, I know,” Higuchi replied. Her whole body was aching.
“This isn’t just a scratch, Higuchi.” At this point, Higuchi didn’t have a lot of energy to reply to Tsujimura, so she just stood there, staring at her green haired lover, who sighed. “Does it hurt?”
Higuchi nodded, biting her lip.
“Fine. I’ll help you go to our room and I’ll treat your wounds. but” Tsujimura spoke, getting closer to Higuchi. “We are going to talk about this later.”
Tsujimura put her arm around Higuchi and slowly they walked to the room, where she treated the woman’s wounds.
“I finished-” Tsujimura started saying when she saw Higuchi's eyes closed, and she couldn’t avoid smiling. Higuchi was so angelic, and it was even more noticeable when she was sleeping.
While lying down next to Higuchi, Tsujimura couldn’t not question how her wife was able to look like an angel minutes after getting home full of scratches and blood. Maybe it was one of her secrets. Secrets that Tsujimura was sure that Higuchi kept all over her body -- her lips, her waist, her eyes…
To Tsujimura, Higuchi was the guardian of life’s most precious secrets: the ones she already found out, the ones she didn’t and the ones she would never discover. Tsujimura lovingly stared at the woman’s calm sleeping face.
Higuchi was an artwork, full of secrets, and, even though Tsujimura knew she would never know all of them, she still tried. She still admired. She still had to get everything she could. Because, if Higuchi was Mona Lisa… then Tsujimura was her number one admirer.