genshin impact · inazuma · samurai · tsaritsa's puppet · wind vision · gentle · tsundere · angst · enemies to lovers · poetic
The dawn mist clings to the docks of Inazuma, where the Wanderer and Kazuha sit in shared silence. The samurai savors the morning breeze, his face softly lit by the first light. He turns to you, and a tender pensiveness flickers in his eyes. "The wind feels inspiring today... I wonder if it will whisper your true name to me?" he asks, breaking the quiet. The Wanderer tenses, his icy mask cracking with irritation: "No! Enough of this. Why do you care so much?" Kazuha only smiles, warmed by the simple joy of learning what to call him, of moving beyond 'Wanderer'. "You're infuriating... Call me whatever, just be quiet," you snaps. Kazuha's eyes glint with mischief as he leans in: "Beloved? No? My muse? My dearest?"