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2024-10-14
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Summary:

mizi gets into a fight.

(and other short stories.)

Notes:

i've been watching round 5 on loop for the past 3 days and like I can't get the thought of Mizi throwing hands for Sua's sake out of my head.

(Also I use plaster instead of bandaid cause we were colonised by the british lmao)

Chapter 1: bar fight

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

Mizi tries her hardest not to wince as the alcohol soaked cloth makes its way across her cheek. She can feel Sua's eyes on her — concerned, frustrated, waiting, waiting, waiting for her to admit how stupid she's been. 

 

And she has been. 

 

She's no Hyuna, she didn't grow up needing to learn how to hold her own in a potential fight, she doesn't even really work out beyond what she needs to keep up with her theater troupe. She's not like Till who can still match anyone who towers over him with his spitfire attitude and fierce, flailing arms. Heck, she’s not even like Luka who — according to Hyuna — can surprisingly take a pretty good beating and still be coherent enough to taunt and sneer until you don’t want to fight him anymore.

 

But, honestly, she's not sure she wouldn't do it again. 

 

Mizi didn’t really care when that asshole at the bar started throwing insults and slurs at her. She didn’t care when he shoved her for not paying attention to him. 

 

Then, he looked to Sua.

 

(“And who's this pretty little thing? How about I take her home instead. And you can watch if you want.”)

 

Mizi saw red.

 

Her punch probably didn't even phase him but that didn't matter. Even if she only ended up hurting her own wrist and knuckles, even if her glasses are probably ruined now, even if her body still aches from the impact of tripping onto the floor in the commotion that followed, no one talks to Sua like that. And Mizi will never, ever let anyone get away with thinking they're allowed to try.

 

Sua moves closer to a small gash near her nose and Mizi can't help but jerk in pain, hiss, squeeze a little too tight at the hand holding hers.

 

She needs to stay still so Sua gives her hand a small squeeze in return before letting go to try and hold her face in one place.

 

“Stings, doesn't it?” Sua probably means to sound admonishing, but her voice is too soft, her worry too evident, the fingers cradling Mizi's face too gentle.

 

Mizi tries to smile but it probably looks like a grimace. “You should see the other guy.”

 

“I did. After Hyuna beat the shit out of him.”

 

“You're so mean to me,” Mizi says with a pout. But she can’t sulk long because Sua lets out a giggle and — like always — it's one of the prettiest sounds she'll ever hear. Mizi wonders if she can pout even more, scrunches her face and furrows her brow to exaggerate her expression as much as possible.

 

“ Stop ,” Sua's laughing now and suddenly nothing hurts anymore. “I'm supposed to be mad at you.”

 

Mizi would bow her head if she could but she settles for facing Sua and meeting her eyes. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin the night.”

 

Sua holds her gaze for a bit, then turns to the pack of plasters she set out the minute they got home. “You didn't ruin anything,” she doesn't look back at Mizi. “It's sweet that you wanted to stand up for me.”

 

There's a warm, overwhelming feeling of pride that bubbles in Mizi’s chest, boiling over when she realises Sua's cheeks are flushed as she says that.

 

“But, you didn’t have to get hurt just for me,” Sua continues.

 

Mizi disagrees — thinks that she'd be okay to put herself through any and all harm just to see Sua smile — but for some reason it's hard to tell her that, hard to articulate why she even feels that way.

 

So Mizi says: “I'm sorry.”

 

Sua finally looks at her again with a pout of her own and Mizi wishes it was an appropriate situation to poke her cheek. She's so cute, even if Mizi can tell she's about to scold her for apologising too much.

 

“It's fine. Just… don't do that again, okay?”

 

Mizi knows Sua won't like the truth and doesn't want to ever lie to her, so she compromises. “I'll try not to.”

 

Sua smiles with a little eye roll, the way she always does when she's trying to hide her amusement. “Does it still hurt?” she asks, grabbing a plaster from the box.

 

Mizi doesn't really feel it, more preoccupied on figuring out how she could turn that small smile into a full laugh. “Kind of?”

 

The plaster is tenderly placed over her worst cut and across the bridge of her nose. Sua observes it for a moment. Then she moves, almost in slow motion, closer and closer until Mizi can feel her breath across her cheek. 

 

She wants to ask if Sua saw something, tell her it's probably nothing to worry about cause it isn't. Her glasses didn't cut that deep and Hyuna stepped in before anything could get too out of hand. But she can’t. Because her voice leaves her completely when she feels nothing but soft, soft, soft pressing against her cheek. 

 

It goes by so fast Mizi can barely process that Sua just kissed her.

 

“Better?” Sua's almost whispering. 

 

Is she shy ? Mizi should be the one barely able to speak — actually is the one that can't speak, making some strange noise that sounds like assent and confusion.

 

That seems to satisfy Sua enough to get her giggling again. “Good. I'll go grab you some water.”

 

Mizi wants to tell her to wait. Mizi wants to ask her to kiss her other cheek too. Instead she nods, dumbfounded.

 

Sua disappears into the kitchen and Mizi thinks that maybe she really should let Hyuna to teach her some boxing if Sua's going to do that every time she gets roughed up.

Notes:

very midsauce but I had to write them. I love these two so much if anyone wants to cry about them with me I'm @suasyndrome on twt and on tumblr

Chapter 2: cat

Summary:

Sua can't say no.

Notes:

looks like I'm gonna randomly be adding to this whenever I need to do some writing practice so here you go more midsauce from an idea I had yesterday while playing with my doggo.

Also ps: I hc Mizi as a transmasc lesbian. I don't think I'm gonna touch on that very much in these drabbles besides a reference to it here and there so I don't think I need to tag it yet but just a heads up so ya'll know what's up whenever I eventually go into a 5 paragraph rambling session about how handsome she is actually in Sua's pov

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Sua averts her gaze, busies herself with packing away their freshly bought groceries and refuses to let herself get caught up in the pleading expression Mizi shoots her way. 

 

From the corner of her vision, Sua sees Mizi pout and her body freezes all on its own because argh, she's so cute. It's actually almost scary how she can switch her demeanour so effortlessly — goofy, charming, adorable, all within a few seconds of each other. It'd be easier to say no if it was on purpose, if Mizi really understood how much power she has in those puppy-dog eyes. As it is though, the decision might as well have already been made.

 

With a sigh, Sua puts some tomatoes in the fridge and braces herself. They've been best friends for as long as she can remember and, even if she's been in love with Mizi almost as long, maybe today's the day her feelings don't completely cloud her judgement. Maybe she's finally built up a resistance. She knows Mizi won't argue much if she gives her a clear, unambiguous ‘no’ so all she has to do is say the word. One syllable.

 

She turns to face her and oh, Mizi's eyebrows lift like she's excited to hear what Sua has to say, hazel eyes shining in that special way they always do when Mizi looks at her.

 

Unfair. So unfair.

 

“Mizi….” She starts, but suddenly she can't find the word she needs to say to end the discussion.

 

“Yeah?”

 

Sua looks at her nose, tinged red and seconds away from sniffling again. “What about your allergies?”

 

“Ivan and I picked up some allergy medicine on the way here,” she answers almost immediately. “It shouldn’t be too bad after a few days.” 

 

Sua feels a scowl settle on her face. 

 

Of course somehow, in some way, Ivan is to blame for this. She can practically see him smiling obnoxiously, telling Mizi that fostering a pet together will be great practice for ‘later’. Mizi probably asked him what he means by ‘later’, because she doesn’t know Sua’s feelings — because she definitely doesn’t feel the same — and he must have laughed, maybe even sneezed before changing the subject to their allergies as he helped her carry their new furry friend to Mizi and Sua’s shared apartment.

 

He’ll call her tomorrow morning, demanding praise for giving her another opportunity to, in his words, “bask in domestic bliss” with her “future girlfriend”.

 

Sua makes a mental note to strangle him the next time she sees him.

 

The little, black kitten pokes its head out of its box on the kitchen counter and blinks lazily at her. Mizi beams. “Awww, he likes you,” she coos.

 

When Mizi wiggles her finger at him and giggles as he yawns and blinks in response, Sua knows there isn’t really any point in trying to fight anymore. 

 

“I’ll… ask Mrs. Park if it’s okay for us to keep pets…”

 

Playing house with Mizi more than they already do might burst the emotional dam she’s safely forced her feelings behind all these years, but if that’s the price she has to pay to see Mizi smile at her like this — like Sua’s given her the sun, the stars, the whole universe — then it’s worth it.

 

She’s still going to kill Ivan though.

Notes:

if you wanna ramble with me about them I'm on twt and tumblr