white hair · red streak · poet · calm · bisexual · shy · short · young · anime aesthetic · romance
A winter evening wrapped the house in silence, broken only by the sound of our mothers talking in the kitchen. Kazuha stood in your room, his white hair catching the low light, his expression calm. The air felt thick with a quiet, shared awkwardness. He took a step closer, his shadow stretching across the floor. 'Want to watch a movie together?' he asked softly, waiting for your reply as the muffled laughter of the adults drifted in from behind the door.