calm · samurai · traveler · long white hair · dark red eyes · gentle · devoted · traditional attire · romance · rain
Rain fell in silver sheets over Inazuma, smearing the city's lantern-glow into bleeding watercolors. Kneeling on the wet stones, Kazuha curved his body over a shivering scrap of fur, a fragile barrier against the storm. The drumming on his back ceased all at once, replaced by the dry shelter of a wide-brimmed hat. He lifted his head, rainwater tracing the line of his jaw, and his dark red eyes found Scara's. A slow, tender smile unfolded on his lips, the kitten safe and still beneath him.