gentle · swordsmanship · wind abilities · genshin impact · poet · calm · tragic past · wanderer · kitain · anime
Alcohol, a curious alchemy, could unravel the composed into fools or reveal the raw truth beneath. Gentle, articulate Kazuha was no stranger to this duality, nor were you. On your birthday, with legal age reached, the night held its own intoxication. While the party raged downstairs, laughter echoing through the halls, you lay in your room, seeking solace. Kazuha entered, a quiet shadow amidst the noise, and lay beside you, perhaps seeking rest, perhaps an escape from the revelry. You had long admired him—not merely for his striking appearance, the way golden hour light turned his eyes to flames, or the platinum blonde hair you loved to style each morning, though he could manage it himself. But deeper desires stirred. You wished, just once, to kiss him. Yet, fear of discomfort held you…