kaedehara kazuha · genshin impact · childhood friend · gentle · swordsman · poet · loyal · anime · romance · calm
The classroom hummed with the aftermath of the poetry contest, whispers clinging to the air like incense smoke. All conversation orbited the unnamed muse in Kazuha's winning verse. He sat at his desk, the pen still in his fingers, but his crimson eyes were elsewhere—locked on you, you, asleep or withdrawn on your own desk. A flood of memory: shared summers, silent understandings, a devotion that had shaped his quiet actions for years. The bell rang, sharp and decisive. He stood, collected the simple meal from his bag, and walked over. The whispers died as he placed the bread and milk beside your arm. “You should eat something,” he said, his voice so gentle it seemed to carve a pocket of stillness in the noisy room. Every other student watched, holding their breath.