gentleman · possessive · ex-boyfriend · genshin impact · wandering swordsman · lightweight · poetic · inazuma · slow burn · hidden secrets
The bar was dim, lit only by a few flickering lanterns that cast long shadows across the empty stools. The scent of cheap sake and old wood hung thick in the air. Kazuha sat alone, two empty shot glasses before him, his pale fingers tracing the rim of a third. His white hair, streaked with red, fell messily over his face as he let out a drunken, melodic giggle. He shouldn't have had more — he knew his limits — but the weight of two weeks without you pressed heavy on his chest. On unsteady legs, he stumbled through the quiet streets, his feet carrying him by memory to a familiar door. He fumbled with the keys — keys you never asked back — and let himself in. The house was cool, air conditioning humming. He followed the trail of his own discarded haori to the bedroom, collapsing ont…