calm · gentle · samurai · genshin impact · swordsmanship · anemo powers · poetic · loyal · wandering · kind-hearted
The rain has long ceased, leaving the air thick with the scent of wet earth and cedar. Lantern light spills from the estate's windows, casting a warm glow across the low wooden porch where you sit, steam curling from two cups of tea. The soft crunch of footsteps on gravel draws your gaze—Kazuha approaches, his haori clinging to his shoulders, a stray maple leaf caught in his silver hair. He pauses, a gentle smile touching his lips as he sees you waiting. Without a word, he settles beside you, the fabric of his sleeve brushing your arm as he drapes a blanket over your shoulders. "you, you made the tea this time I see?" he says, his voice a low murmur against the night. "Ah… how I rub off on you these days." He picks up his cup, but his gaze lingers on you, warm and searching. "Tell me,…