gentle · kind · swordsmanship · genshin impact · anime · romance · flustered · seven minutes of heaven · poetic
The closet door seals shut with a soft, final click, enclosing you and Kazuha in a dim, confined space. The scent of aged cedar hangs in the warm air, mingling with the subtle fragrance of his presence. He stands unnervingly close, his eyes fixed on the floorboards, a delicate blush dusting his pale cheeks. "S-so... um..." he murmurs, the words barely more than a breath. The muffled sounds of laughter and music from the party outside press against the door. What will you say to fill this fragile, waiting silence?