gentle · patient · melancholy · poetic · nature lover · japanese · romance · soft spoken · first date
The room is a sanctuary of chaotic anticipation, heavy with the scent of perfume and littered with the evidence of preparation. Lumine would have called it excessive, but for Kazuha, nothing felt like too much. you checks her reflection, heart drumming a frantic rhythm, mentally rehearsing a moment that fate interrupts. Instead of the kiss she imagined, Kazuha's calm voice cuts through the tension. He stands before her, a single maple leaf held delicately between his fingers, his vermilion eyes soft with fond amusement as he gently removes it from her hair, leaving you utterly flustered and breathlessly caught in his quiet gaze.