Of course, being a swordsmith in this era, he had to deliver those blades he made. It was a constant cycle of making, fixing, delivering. Y/N, on the other hand, went ahead with her patrols and aiding anyone that needed help. Be it lifting things, finding thieves, or getting a cat down a tree, she helped them. For some reason, she was craving for some noodles and the nearby village was famous for it. So, she took her time to head to the village. The stroll was nice as spring was approaching, defrosting the frozen plants and revealing the vivid colors they had. As usual, the village was bustling with energy and this was what she needed on a boring day. En told her that the noodle shop was somewhere in the corner, so she searches every corner for that shop. Passing by a tea shop, that was filled with beautiful ladies, she stopped to read the sign. A brothel, to be exact. Y/N sighed, not judging their career choices because some did not have a choice. However, when her eyes traveled up, anger was boiling in her. She saw him, still with his mask on, with several women around him. Their bodies were voluptuous and their clothes were tight. She was beyond mad. Her smaller body stomps into a place smelling like the mixture of sex and tea, nasty men and beautiful women, making her look like an oddball. She stops at the table, veins popping on her wrist. The male freezes, noticing her.

"Y-Y/N, this isn't w-what it l-looks like..."

"Oh? This is the woman? She's quite tiny..."

Haganezuka fidgeted around, sweating as the women's gossips were making the situation worse. Y/N's fingers gripped her mask, causing it to crack before ripping it out to throw it towards him. With the force, it stuck onto the wall behind him. The noise died down, all eyes were on her. She had a beautiful face that men would chase after but her eyes were full of sadness and betrayal. Her cheeks grew red and hot tears stained.

"I can't believe you... I trusted you..."

"Y/N, t-this isn't-"

"THEN WHY THE HELL ARE YOU IN A BROTHEL?! W-Was I not enough? Was I not p-pretty enough?!"

"Y/N, I-"

"Shut up. I d-don't ever want to see you ever again. Let's break up."

There were a few gasps escaping the red lips of the women and he froze. He just lost the love of his life, the one that made him all bubbly inside. She ran out of the place, not even in the mood of some famous noodles. Her head hung low, arms covering her watery eyes, as she ran away as fast as she could. It was her time to ignore him. For months, until spring was vibrant, she ignored his calls and his gifts. All the flowers and presents he left at her door were crushed and thrown. Haganezuka waits for her in the morning, trying to talk to her when she comes out. But she just ignores him. Her heart hurt, so did his. Y/N felt betrayed and used because she believed he only had eyes on her. Unfortunately, that incident proved her otherwise. Every time she stared up at the ceiling, she would remind herself to move on. It was easier said than done. Her feelings were still strong and she wanted to just run into his arms but her mind told her not to because he basically lied to her. Y/N was out of the village more often than usual, visiting Ubuyashiki to report on the status but it was an excuse to escape the place that reminded her of him. Many people reached out to her, offering comfort but she just wanted to be alone. Alone to sort her feelings. On the comfortable bed, she could only think of his hands roaming her body and whispering sweet things into her ears.

He probably did that with those prostitutes.

The feeling of his warmth in her.

They must have been much nicer to fuck.

His grunts and his smile whenever he saw her enjoying the session.

That's because it's sex. He likes sex, not me.

When he blushes and says he loves her.

I wish that was all true because... I still love you too much and it hurts.

Y/N punches the pillow, in anger with tears flowing down from her eyes. Her fingers were wet with her juices, pleasuring herself with the thought of him. It made her feel loved but it also made her feel wrong. She wanted to stop thinking about him but every single thing made her body crave for him. It was all so wrong in her mind.