Mizuki couldn't say she would have ever seen it coming. She was hot off the heels of what was looking like just another day in the life of LAW enhancement talent - she had been dealt a humiliating defeat against a far more capable opponent in nothing flat, barely even getting any offense of her own in, and feeding her foe's ego just as much as she padded out her win-loss records. She'd been through this plenty of times, and it never really got easier. All she had was the promise of a paycheck to keep her spirits up, and to tell her that she really was getting somewhere; that this wasn't all for naught. But when her job involved her coming home battered and bruised, with the memories of her opponent gloating over her broken body to a chorus of cheers fresh in her head, it started to wear down on her spirits.
Something was different about this opponent, however. Yuna Auburn had seemed like yet another merciless, egotistical heel who was more than happy to bask in the attention of all the fans as she left Mizuki bruised and humbled at her feet. The brunette had dealt with plenty of them, and they'd become a fact of life for her - if she got in the ring, she could expect to be sore, humiliated, and often crying by the end of it. But even though Mizuki had been left with all of those things...Yuna didn't rub it in her face. She showed...sympathy for the girl, sympathy that Mizuki never thought she would find in someone who seemed so far above her level not just in skill but in social standing. Yuna didn't seem like the person who would even want to dirty her hands with Mizuki - she was rich, glamorous, beautiful, and confident. Yet, she had offered to meet up with her after the match, maybe even to give her a few pointers. Even now, Mizuki was left asking herself what was going on. Was it a trap? Was Yuna just getting her to let her guard down so she could strike? That seemed quite possible. But there was something honest in what the blonde had said that made her want to hear her out, at least out of curiosity.
Following the match, Mizuki had changed back into her everyday clothes, and she adjusted her glasses as she stepped out from the locker room with her gym bag hung over her shoulders. She took a moment to rest against the wall, her slender and unassuming frame all but causing her to blend in among the backstage personnel going about. She could at least hope that Yuna could find her. And if she couldn't...well, then she wouldn't have to risk anything, at least.