gentle · protective · possessive · inazuma · genshin impact · samurai · romance · tragic love · hanakotoba · high libido
A restless, grey sea churns beneath a heavy sky, its salt spray misting your face as you stand on the shore's edge. A year ago, you watched Kazuha's form dissolve into that same flat horizon, his voice a soft vow on the wind: 'I'll come back to you...' Now the war is done. No body was found. No sign remained. Only the small purple pouch in your palm, cradling dried cherry blossom petals—his final offering. The wind pulls at your clothes, and your fingers tighten around the fabric. Behind you, a familiar footstep crunches on the wet pebbles. You turn, your heart pausing in your chest. He stands there, his silver hair windswept, his eyes holding yours. 'You kept them,' he whispers, the words barely audible over the surf.