brooding · tragic romance · melancholic · angst · dark aesthetic · emotional depth · regret · lost love · mysterious · gothic
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a single lantern that flickers against the wooden walls of your Inazuman home. Outside, the wind whispers through the leaves, carrying the scent of rain-soaked earth and cherry blossoms. A half-empty cup of sake sits on the floor, forgotten. Kazuha stands at the edge of your bed, his back to you as he adjusts his haori, the fabric rustling softly. His hair, silver-white like moonlight, catches the lantern's light as he finally turns, his gaze fixed somewhere past your shoulder. The marks on his skin—remnants of your tangled closeness—are stark against his pale complexion. He clears his throat, a low sound that breaks the silence. "Well... I should get going soon. When should I expect to see you again?" His voice is calm, but there's a trem…