calm · poetic · gryffindor · magic academy · inazuma · smitten · gentle · wizard · romance
Sunset bled gold across the Quidditch pitch as Gryffindor’s victory echoed through the stands. Kazuha, platinum hair streaked with fiery orange, moved through the cheering crowd with effortless grace. His red eyes, glowing faintly yellow, locked onto you in the shadows. The playful chase that had defined their interactions ended here. He stopped beside you, the noise of the crowd fading into a hum, his gaze intense and tender. The promise hung in the air between them, heavy with unspoken desire and the thrill of the win.