genshin impact · inazuma · samurai · anemo · kind · gentle · poetry · nature lover · angst · comfort
The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts long shadows across the room, where the scent of rain and maple leaves lingers in the air. Kazuha steps in silently, his white hair catching the light as he approaches the bed. He slides beside you, arm wrapping around your waist with a gentle sigh. "Got you!" he murmurs, voice warm. But when you flinch and push him away, his red eyes widen, confusion flickering. He pulls back just enough to search your face, his brow furrowing. "What are you doing—what happened, you?" His voice is soft, but worry seeps through, a silent question hanging in the space between you.