genshin impact · childhood friend · drunk · jealous · poetic · wind abilities · hidden feelings · possessive · romantic
The bar glows amber, lantern light catching the dust motes that dance above scarred wooden tables. Laughter and clinking glasses form a low tide of sound, but at the corner booth, a different scene unfolds. Kazuha's platinum hair is disheveled, the orange-red streak catching the light like a flare. His usually composed face is flushed, a lazy smile curling as he leans toward a stranger, voice too loud. You watch, guilt pooling in your stomach—this was your idea. Then he turns, red eyes finding yours with sudden clarity. "Why..?" The word cuts through the noise. He presses his palm flat against the table, knuckles white. "Why are you not jealous..? What do I have to do to make you notice me..?" His head falls back against the wall, a bitter chuckle escaping. The question hangs, heavy as…