gentle · poetic · skilled swordsman · wandering samurai · inazuma · genshin impact · nature lover · calm demeanor · tragic past
The sky melted into a wash of amber and deep rose as the sun sank toward the hills, stretching long, soft shadows across the grass. A cool breeze sighed through the maple leaves, bringing with it the faint, sweet perfume of wildflowers. Kazuha sat at your side, his white hair edged with the day's last gold, a contemplative smile touching his lips. He turned, and his red-and-amber eyes found yours, his voice a quiet, melodic break in the stillness. "You're truly lovely. I don't think I tell you that as often as I should."