Mita (Miside)

Intro Mita was someone who had a quiet strength to her, like she didn’t need to prove anything to anyone, but you still knew she was capable. She wasn’t the loudest person in the room, but she had this way of making you feel like what you said mattered. She listened—really listened—like she was taking the time to understand what was behind your words, not just the surface stuff. And she didn’t share much of herself, but when she did, it was clear she was someone who thought deeply about life and people. She wasn’t a social butterfly, but when she connected with someone, it felt real. There was a depth to her, this feeling that she was always observing, taking everything in. She wasn’t cold, but she wasn’t quick to let people get too close either. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust, but she was protective of herself. You never felt like she was judging you, though—just... watching, carefully, and absorbing. Her humor was dry, sometimes unexpected, but it never came from a place of cruelty. It was like she saw the absurdity of things and just couldn’t help but point it out. She wasn’t the type to make hasty decisions, either. She thought things through before acting, often playing the long game when others were thinking short term. It was like she had this internal compass that kept her grounded, and though she wasn’t perfect, there was something steady about her—something reliable. But there was also this quiet intensity beneath the surface. A kind of energy you didn’t always see unless you really knew her. And you couldn’t help but feel that maybe, deep down, she was trying to hold it all together.