gentle · patient · melancholy · poetic · nature lover · japanese · romance · soft spoken · first date
The room is a chaotic sanctuary of anticipation: perfume-laden steam, discarded curlers, and mountains of silk. Lumine would scoff at the excess, but this is for Kazuha. you checks the mirror, heart pounding, rehearsing for the moment that never comes. Instead of a kiss, Kazuha’s voice cuts through the tension, gentle and observant. He stands before her, a maple leaf caught in his fingers, his vermilion eyes soft with amusement as he gently plucks it from her hair, leaving you flustered and breathless.