#🍁ask kaedehara kazuha

[crowisinthetrash]

Skeleton for rantaro and kaedehara

[Skeleton] - Do you and your f/o(s) wear costumes? Do you do a couple costume together? Or do a group one with friends? Do you guys make your own costumes or do you buy one?

Rantaro:

We usually do couple costumes. Like I am Sally and he is Jack Skellington. Though sometimes we do go fuck gender roles. Though we do go as a group costume with friends sometimes too. Sometimes we make them, sometimes we buy them. I also would do makeup of him for his costume :)

Kazuha:

For costumes, we go with whatever we feel like going as. I would also make them just for the fun of it. We also sometimes do a group costume thing with friends and we have a great time :)

[nian-7]

Hoooooow about

Yanqing with a big brother reader who is like Kaedehara Kazuha from Genshin? 🍁🍁

unfortunately, i don't do male readers! (see my pinned for why) so i made it gn!

Yanqing & gn!reader

✧older sibling that's like kazuha

✧fluff & platonic

-Yanqing definitely looks up to you and your sword skills, always asking you to teach him new techniques. He almost always pouts whenever you tell him a technique is too complex for him to learn just yet.

-Your gentle and kind nature has always been something he feels like he can rely on no matter what. If he's had a bad day or just needs someone to fall back on, he knows he can count on you to be that person.

-You sort of remind him of General Jing Yuan. Your demeanors are similar and you both seem to have birds fluttering around you whenever you both go outside.

-When he was younger, he probably liked to follow you around on so called adventures even when it was just simply you leading him around the Luofu's general premise.

-Absolutely fails whenever you he tries to whistle with a leaf like you do. He has no clue how you do it but that doesn't stop him from trying to one day surprise you with the fact that he can do it too!

-Yanqing strives to be a precise sword wielder like you are. He looks up to you a great deal and always tries to catch up to you even though you are miles ahead of him in experience.

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

[calx-bdo]

# 'cus it's not just a figure of speech, you got me down on my knees, it's gettin' harder to breathe.

》 rockstar!y/n au

》 kazuha x reader

》 warnings : none

》 fluff, slow-burn

you could feel the electrical bass thrumming under your fingertips. with the mastery of electro, a bass was no match for you. with the loud music surrounding you, encompassing the very spirit of rock, you feel at ease. at home. you flick your wrist once again, seeing your adoring fans swoon over you.

finally, a break in the song. the bridge, or, as you like to call it, the part where you can let your eyes drift over the crowd, seeing if there's any .. interesting figures catching your eye.

sadly, nobody of note was here today. they were all just . . normal people. boring. bland. not your type.

as your eyes looked back down onto the guitar, fangs biting your snakebite piercings, you catch a swoop of red in the crowd.

"huh?"

you blinked rapidly, and in the concert daze, all still remains veiled under the fog of the night.

"must be the makeup. "

── 🎸🎙 ──

you complete the set without any further hindrances, but the little red you saw still lingered in the back of your mind.

you tapped the frets of the bass, mindless strumming filling the confined space right now. the band leader was talking to some fan, and totally buying into the fanservice. albeit you not being into that, not wanting to feed the parasocials, you were one of, if not the most popular band members, to your dismay. well, your piercings, odd attire and hair do go a long way in such times.

once, an interviewer asked why your sense of fasion does not match up to teyvat's current times.

"people just aren't ready for it. " you shrugged, and smirk to the camera, hearing the fans cheer for you in the background. hah, maybe feeding fanservice once in a while wasn't that bad.

── 🍁⚔️ ──

kazuha has been searching everywhere for that one really really hot bassist.

even beidou doesn't know, for archon's sake. . !

"surely it cannot be that hard to find a famous celebrity . . especially someone of that crowd the other night. " kazuha mused to himself, frustration slowly building inside of him.

suddenly, a thought crosses his mind. he blinks, lightly facepalming himself, chiding that he hasn't thought of this.

in the world of rock, who better to ask than xinyan?

"good afternoon, xinyan, i was wondering if you had came to the concert the other night?"

kazuha knocked on xinyan's door, meeting her surprised face when she opened the door to the samurai.

"kazuha? of all people askin' me about the 'cert, you're the least i expected!"

xinyan laughs, her laughter sounding like the thrums of the bass. the bassist . . everything reminds kazuha of them.

"of course i did! it was one of teyvat's biggest bands, euthoria! why? ya interested?"

xinyan leaned against the door frame, cocking a smug smile to kazuha.

"ahem . . . that, might be right. the bassist, they ─"

xinyan's eyes practically perked up upon hearing the word 'bassist'.

"oh, y/n? they're right inside, c'mon in!"

xinyan all but pushes kazuha into her house, seeing the hot wondrous bassist just . . on xinyan's couch.

"heya."

── 🎸🎙 ──

that was the flash of red !!! the red hair !!!! that was the person you saw, and goodness, he is . . ethereal. stunning isn't even a word to describe him. his hair, it looks soft, fluffy. and his face? it seems as if it contains all the wonders of the world. his maroon eyes stare back into yours, (although yours was covered by purple contacts, gotta fit the theme ..) boring into your soul.

"heya."

heya? heya?! are you stupid!? who uses "heya"? that was the most stupidest thing someone could have said !!!!!

he's cringing . . . no, he's . . he's laughing?!

── 🍁🎸 ──

"hello, nice to meet you. i'm kaedehara kazuha."

kazuha extended his hand in greetings, wishing to any archon that would listen ─ to not let y/n see his red face.

y/n took his hand into theirs, and placed a kiss on the back of it. it's a way they greet fans in euthoria, and it's almost muscle memory. y/n didn't really think it through, and just . . placed a kiss on it.

'OH MY GOD?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO. '

y/n's mind was racing right now. who kisses in form of greetings ?! kazuha isn't a fan, he's probably just some casual watcher !!!

y/n quickly removes their lips from the back of his hand.

"i apologise-"

kazuha quickly stops them.

"it's alright, i understand.."

kazuha's mind was also racing right now.

' oh my archons, they really, they . they kissed me ! oh, oh, this is . . this is bad for me . . oh . . .'

kazuha could barely contain the blush creeping up on his ear.

; should i continue this into a thing ?? '^^

[lunarfied]

🍁 ― : furtive. masterlist

kaedehara kazuha x gn! reader smau

IMPORTANT:

this has been discontinued, please stop asking for updates and to be added to the taglist, thank you.

synopsis. tomo is a popular online figure, having thousands of fans everywhere you go. the catch is ― he's faceless! nobody knows what he looks like nor do they know that his real name is kazuha. oh, and then there's y/n, who happens to be a fan of tomo and... is dating kazuha!?

warning. none for now!

genre. mostly fluff tbh, crack and some angst but only later on (and only a bit lolz)

playlist. coming soon!

status. discontinued ― started [march 02, 2023] and ended on [---]. updates are when i feel like it

taglist. open!

profiles. astrology bitches + watatsumi & co

act one.

01: tbd

© lunarfied : do not copy or steal my work. taking inspiration is fine as long as you ask beforehand and credit me. do not translate, repost, republish or edit without my permission.

[strxnged]

KAZUHA: 🍁 wind on the calmest eve.

epilogue to lightning on the sunniest day, in which you are beckoned away from your comfortable inheritence of the endo clan by a beautiful stranger to voyage across the sea. please consider reading lotsd, allegedly one of my best works so far.

word count. 2k. genre. lovers to friends (lol)

overview. chances bring you to a hearty reunion with the alcor's crew, and later, kazuha himself.

warnings. angst, implications of alcohol (not consumed by you or kazu), me projecting onto... "you"

Things would never be the same for you.

It had been three years and four moons since you last saw Kazuha Kaedehara at your bedside in that house-of-a-friend in Liyue harbour. It had been a renewed lifetime since you met him in your home village, since he had “suggested you come along” onto Captain Beidou’s ship. That village was no longer your home now. Your home had become wherever the wind of Liyue led you, furnished with curiosity and courage.

Your faithful satchel, a gift at Kazuha’s unexpected parting from you, had seen better days. The metal clutch was dulled from its original shine and the boar leather was cracked and worn. There was a hole in one side through which you had lost a few knick-knacks before you became aware of it. This hole had been patched many times but by now you had accepted that there were no items you needed to keep in your satchel but bread for the day and your diary, in which you tried to maintain records and sketches of your journeys. No, all you needed with you was your blade, your meals, and a certain crimson maple leaf which had curiously remained unfaded in vitality and colour. Yes, it was still much the same hue as his eyes, which had not faded from your memory either.

You weren’t sure what had beckoned you to return from the peaks of Minlin and journey to the sea of clouds to spend some time in the harbour. It may have been the elation of the view over Liyue and nations beyond. Perhaps it was the almost-forgotten taste of Zhongyuan Chop Suey. Or the smell of the sea. Regardless, you were determined to follow the wind south.

It was only as you strolled yourself down the roads of the harbour, your nose catching the olfactory wonders of Wanmin restaurant’s specialties, that you heard something you did not expect. Beidou’s laughter was nearby—an unforgettable but welcoming sound, like a bell on a tavern door.

You must find her. You had not had the chance to bid her farewell all those years ago. Though you did not hold any grudge for the Alcor’s quick departure that day, you had wished from time to time that you had known it would be the last meeting for three years.

You were glad that it was not the final time you should see her, with her before you now. And she seemed to feel the same. As you rounded the corner to discover that her and the rest of the crew were congregated at the tables outside the restaurant, her eye lit up as a scarlet lamp. She stood and ran to you, crushing your ribs in a quick hug.

“Endo! By the archons, it’s you!” 

Not long after that, you were sat at a table with the Captain on your right and the First Mate on your left, and served spicy Jueyun Chili Chicken on a plate fuller than your stomach could ever handle. It did not take long for Beidou to update you on all her crew’s voyages—as well as the politics in Inazuma, which you’d already heard tidbits of from other travellers—as well as the romantic affiliations between herself and a woman from the Qixing, between several crew members, and between Juza and a fish. 

“Wait, a fish?” you couldn’t help but ask, raising an eyebrow at him.

Juza lowered his eyes to his mug, downing a gulp and saying nothing in his own defense.

You had meant to ask where Kazuha might be, but you decided that maybe he was off somewhere alone. You could remember back to the voyage you took together, and how often during the social instances he would withdraw and look out on the sea by himself. He’d been mourning his friend at the time, of course, but it wasn’t unlikely that he was also just that type of person.

And so you were caught slightly off guard when Beidou said, “By the way, Kazuha’s at the usual spot. He told me to let you know if we happened to see you.”

“The usual spot?”

The strange thing to you was that there was no usual spot for yourself, much less for the two of you. If he was in Liyue Harbour, there would be nowhere he’d been with you more than once in the past. And besides, the chances you would remember such a spot were low after all this time.

Beidou shrugged. “I thought you’d know what that meant, ‘cause I sure don’t. He says it every time we’re here.”

“Is there a usual spot you guys come to when you’re in the harbour?”

The Captain shook her head. “I really don’t know. Other than the restaurant, I couldn’t tell you.”

You sat with it for a few minutes as you engaged with others in the crew, who received you with drunken excitement. Soon, the chatter was drowned out by your own thoughts.

How long had he been waiting for you? Where was this spot? Why did he want to see you?

You had developed somewhat of an idea, but it seemed so personally contrived that you weren’t sure whether to trust it. You were always on the move, so there was no usual spot. There was just you, the road, and the unknown.

—🍁

The road north of the harbour had always been a favourite of yours over the last few years. Every journey that led in and out of the city had had such meaning to your travels, and along with that, it boasted a stunning view. At daytime you would see the busy ports and businesses on the waterfront bustling with activity, but now at night a look over your shoulder offered a serene picture of lights reflecting on the Sea of Clouds.

You weren’t really sure where you were going (a feeling you knew and mostly liked), but something was telling you it was the right way. Something in the post-dusk breeze; perhaps it was the same something that lead you to the harbour in the first place.

Someone stood overlooking the city, and you knew who it was immediately. You opened your mouth to make your presence known, but you did not have to. The figure who was Kazuha Kaedehara turned at that moment, smiled, and ran towards you for a long overdue hug.

“It’s you,” he said, “finally.”

You couldn’t do anything but nod and grin at him.

“How did you know where to find me?”

“I—well, Beidou told me you’d be at the usual spot.”

He laughed. The sound of it made your chest hurt. “I didn’t expect that to work,” he admitted.

“It wasn’t much to work with. I’m not sure, Kazuha, but I think the wind was more telling.”

“Yes, the wind has changed recently,” he spoke wistfully in the way that only Kazuha could. In the way that awoke your pulse and attention in the same way it had all that time ago. And suddenly you felt like your old self, captivated by his charm, wistfulness, and challenge—yes, his challenge for you to change everything to be with him.

You could not tell whether he wanted you to be with him. But now you realized that you did not want to be with him forever. Only in this moment would his presence suit you, and it did so magnificently.

“It has,” you agreed, “in a way I may not have predicted all those years ago.”

He responded with silence, and a knowing look.

You felt yourself grow lost in his eyes for a few moments before you recovered your senses. You inquired after all the time between you. “Kazuha—Kazuha, my dear friend—please tell me how you are faring. Have you avenged your friend? Have you seen the edges of the earth?”

The two of you talked for a few hours as the night went on. The air was cool and the stars were striking as you finally reached silence. Your voice had been slightly hoarse, before, from the time spent with the Crux’s crew—and now it was nearly gone, from more narration and laughter. You sat together in the grass, both gazing at the sea in the harbour and both knowing, though it was unspoken, that you would part again very soon.

Someday maybe you would again need a “funny old voyage with Kazuha,” as you’d once said to him. But you were sure that it would not be soon.

He had once been all you wanted. He had been the object of your first pursuit. But now, it was the life which had succeeded him. Your love for him had grown into something that was no longer of him but of life itself. And in this life which he had given you, there was no room for his companionship. Not yet—perhaps not ever.

You might never again see the pools of maple red that were his eyes. You might never again hear his voice of timbrous breeze. But you would carry the eternally scarlet leaf; you would patch the satchel as many times as it would allow, and you would know the unending enervation of adventuring the valleys and mountains ahead.

You had once thought yourself to be in love with him, and though you could not forget the rush of importance he bestowed upon your heart, you knew now that you were more enamoured with the curiosity that he had given you. 

Someday, when your heart again ached for routine—well, he wouldn’t be waiting for you. Things would never be the same for you and him, and that was the greatest gift of all.

thank you for reading! reblogs are (quite) appreciated.

🍁LIGHTNING ON THE SUNNIEST DAY

➳ GENSHIN MASTERLIST

[bluewaltz]

“Have we met?” “In another life, perhaps.”

🍁 — [ C: Kaedehara Kazuha. ] 👤 — [ R: gender neutral reader. ] 🏷️ — [ T: fluff, reincarnation, soulmates. ] 📜 — [ T: fic. ]

You first meet Kazuha at a farmer's market, perhaps. It's not really clear. He has his very own shop, with jars and jars of bottled honey shimmering like gold in the sunshine. Maybe you didn't actually need or want honey, but he smiles at you, something ethereal lined in the faint crow's feet by his eyes, and you gravitate to his stall.

"There's a lot of bees here." You observe.

Large honeybees loop almost drunkenly through the air, crawl around on the jars, and a few of them nudge gently at Kazuha's shoulders.

"They know me." Kazuha said, a laugh woven into his voice. "Perhaps they want to know if their honey is selling well."

He opens a jar of honey labelled as samples and dips a spoon in, pouring the golden liquid over his fingers. The bees flock to them, and he smiles at you.

"Curious little things, honeybees." Kazuha says mildly, brushing his fingers across his faded red scarf. "They're harmless, really, but everyone thinks they're scary."

-

The second time you see Kazuha is in a park. He's feeding the ducks, sitting on a park bench with a beam of sunlight slanting almost perfectly onto him. The ducks swarm around him, and you take a seat beside him. He silently hands you a crust of bread, and you scatter it among the birds.

"It's supposed to be cloudy outside." You say. The sun glows above you. There is a cool wind blowing.

"It is." Kazuha agrees mildly. "The weather is particularly fickle."

You laugh. "You talk like you're not human."

"Do I look human?"

You look at Kazuha. Honestly, truly looked at him. He didn't seem to exude an otherworldly aura, but the way his hair glowed in the sun, turning into a fuzzy, white-gold halo around his head certainly made him look ethereal. His eyes were curved into crescent moons, and he had a gentle smile on his face.

"You look ethereal."

"And you look lovely as well, my dear."

-

The third time, Kazuha was working in a cat cafe. He practically materialises beside you, looking inside where he had been a second ago.

"Hello again." He smiles, soft and secretive. All of his smiles were as enigmatic as the Mona Lisa.

"Hi, Kazuha. Change of careers again?"

He shrugs. "They were going to close down. All of these cats with nowhere to go… I couldn't stand by and let that happen."

"I suppose I must contribute."

Kazuha nods, his smile widening into something more genuine. "I suppose you must. We make a delightful black tea here, if you'd like. Or one of the house specials?"

"I'll defer to your judgement, Kazuha."

-

The first time you met Kazuha—the real first time—was in a meadow in Inazuma. On the outskirts of Ritou, where the wood smoke dissipated into something sweeter and the crickets chirped duets with the wind.

Kazuha looked different than he looked now. He was more carefree. His hair was longer, brushing his waist, and he was dressed in autumn. Reds, browns, brilliant orange against a backdrop of white.

"Hello." You greeted him. He nods at you and offers you a sweet smile.

That was how all your meetings went. He would walk with you the moment you stepped out of Ritou, and follow you all the way to Inazuma City. There, he would wave you goodbye, and by night, he would be there again, forever dressed in autumn.

"Aren't you cold?" You asked him. Kazuha looked taken aback for a moment before he shook his head. He always seemed to be untouched by the elements, his robes always a pristine white.

Well, that wouldn't do.

You find him at his usual spot, five days later. He was seated on a rock, coaxing a melody out of a flute that he had definitely whittled. His eyes followed you around like a curious animal, and he blinked slowly when you stepped closer.

"Here. I made this for you." You unfold the scarf carefully and wrap it around his neck, knotting it neatly and standing back to admire it.

Kazuha touched the scarf gently and then smiled. "There's a loose thread here."

"Oh, really? I must have missed it when I was making it." You watched as Kazuha teased it out and tied it around his pinky. He beckoned you forward and looped the end of the thread around your pinky, tying it off with a flourish.

"A red string of fate, made by you and me." Kazuha laid his hand over yours and smiled. "So that we will find each other in every lifetime."

-

The fifth (thousandth) time you met Kazuha, it was on the beach. The sea rushed to shore, only to retreat from Kazuha's feet like he was an untouchable god.

"All these years… you've been waiting for me, haven't you?" You said.

Kazuha smiled. "I didn't want to rush you, my dear. I've lived hundreds of lives, and in each one, I made sure you savoured your life."

"I'm here now." You lifted his hand and pressed a kiss to his pinky, the same one that tied him to you so many years ago.

[momiji-bookhouse]

Helloo~ if your event is still on-going may I request qingxin with Kazuha? It fits him quite a bit 👁️👁️

[Qingxin]: "He's so in love he would pluck the stars from the sky if you ask him to."

Event Masterlist

pairing: Kaedehara Kazuha x gn!reader

genre: fluff

Many have asked you what it is like to date a sailor. Don't you feel lonely whenever he has to go out to sea for months on end? Don't you feel scared that something might happen to him? What if his ship gets caught in a storm? Or attacked by a sea monster? What if he finds comfort in someone else's arms during his journey?

You would be lying if you said you haven't worried about more than one of these questions before. Yes, it does get lonely sometimes when he's not by your side, when you can't see his face every day or hear his sweet voice string poems together. Yes, there are times that you would stay up when lightning strikes through the serrated night sky, your heart beating in tandem with the thunder as you look out at the dark harbor.

Have you at times felt like you weren't enough for him?...Yes. But he has never given you any reason to doubt his love for you.

(You can't say the same for Chaoxi, who has a whispered reputation for being a playboy, despite what Sisi refuses to hear.)

It's not just because he affirms his love for you whenever he can, through crafted haikus, words twined with flowers, or a simple "I love you", nor is it simply because of the gifts and little trinkets that he would bring back to give to you — a blossom to weave through your hair, an iridescent shell that casts rainbows under the sun, a wooden figurine carved when the moon hangs high.

It's in the way he treats you, so gentle and adoring that others feel it fit to comment about it to you. He's not overtly affectionate in public or anything, and yet with a simple brush of his hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear and how his eyes would draw constellations on your face whenever you talk, his love is communicated more effectively than anything they've ever seen.

"You have him all wrapped around your finger," they would say.

You would blush and take their words, but something they didn't mention is how equally enamored you are by him.

"You have a letter, (Y/N)," Linling says while giving you the crisp envelope. There's no need for you to question who it is from, the careful way your name is written on the front telling you all you need to know.

"Thanks, Linling." You take it from her and move to a more private corner of the room to read it.

"From your boyfriend?"

"Mmhmm." You make an affirmative noise in the back of your throat in response, carefully ripping the envelope open and retrieve the letter from inside.

"You're so lucky to have someone like him, (Y/N). He's always thinking of you — sending you letters and telling you how he is. Can't say the same for someone, though." She looks pointedly at Sisi's bedroom door, no doubt empty at this hour of night.

You simply nod, too engrossed in the letter at this point to offer your opinion about their roommate's love life. You savor every sentence, drinking in every detail from a piece of gossip heard on the Alcor, to who won the arm wrestling competition (Beidou, of course), to the shores he find himself docked to this time (the smell of Harra spice tangles with the briny air of Port Ormos).

You hear his voice in every word, his soft and mellow voice providing warmth to each syllable, right down to the very last sentence.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, but I will forever think about how lovelier it is with you by my side.

Thinking of you tonight, and for all time to come,

Kazuha"

You hold the letter close to your heart, eagerly waiting for the day you'll be reunited with him.

· · ─────── ·🍁 · ─────── · ·

Perhaps you should've realized by now that sometimes things will never go as according to plan.

Instead of being able to run into his arms as soon as he disembarks from the ship, his breezy laughter ringing in your ears, you're stuck in bed with a pounding headache and high fever. When you started coughing a few nights ago, you had hoped that some warm water would make it go away, but then your temperature began to flare high in the night, causing you to call for Linlang with a croaky voice.

You guessed that around this time, he will have already arrived at the harbor. Hopefully Linlang had told him of your sickness and that it's best if he didn't see you until you get better. You would hate to spread your fever to him.

You sigh heavily while curled up in bed. Your fever has mercifully gone down, but you're still left with an aching body and an unwillingness to get out of bed.

You're in the middle of going in and out of sleep when you distantly hear the door opening.

"Linlang?" You say hoarsely. "Is that you?"

The voice doesn't answer at first. Through your hazy eyes, you see a blur of beige and crimson red in your view, and then the sensation of someone sitting down on your bed.

"It's me, my dove."

Even in your sickly state, you're easily able to recognize who that voice belongs to. "K-Kazuha? What are you...doing here?"

"Linlang told me about everything. But how can I stay away when I know you're sick? Let me take care of you, (Y/N)."

"But...you might get sick."

You blink a few times to see his face changing to a light frown. "Don't worry about me, love. I'll be fine. You just focus on getting better."

For the rest of the day, he takes care of you — making sure that you're eating, even when your stomach protests, and that you're taking your medicine at the right time (he had gone all the way to Bubu Pharmacy to get you another dose). He wipes sweat from your brow and tells you of his travels, of the sights he saw in lines of poetry to hopefully distract you from your headache.

When your eyes begin to tire, he adjusts your pillow and invites you to slumber with a soft lullaby.

"You didn't have to stay the whole day for me, you know." You still managed to say even when you yawn.

He only smiles in response. "This is only a fraction of what I would do for you. How could I be worthy of you if I'm not there for you during both the good times and the bad? I may not be able to be there all the time, but as long as you need me, there isn't anything that can keep me from finding my way back to you." He places a tender kiss on your forehead. "Now sleep, my dove. I will be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"As true as the wind that blows." Kazuha strokes your cheek, his eyes softening. "Close your eyes, love. May the stars bless you with dreams sweet and beautiful."

[hanniejji]

🍁 time!!

in my school if you got sick, you’d be sent to the clinic while your parents would be called to first get your school things from your classroom before being able to pick you up.

my friend got sick in the middle of a school day once and like I said from the first sentence, her mother arrived to the classroom to gather her things but with my friend’s little brother.

here, we call older sister’s ‘ate’

and he waddled inside looking for her and was like: “ate? ate??? mama asan si ate? [mama, where is sister :(] in the cutest voice while going to sit on her stroller bag.

_______

so imagine that but with maple and kazuha

Kazuha being miserable throughout day when he got sick in the middle of it, always with his head down on his desk, threw up his lunch and ended up borrowing Tomo’s jacket because it was freezing for him despite him reassuring Tomo it was fine, of course he would take that for an answer.

By the time Mama Kaedehara came to gather his things, little maple was brought along, little child in a jumper suit and a pacifier hanging a string attached to their neck and a cactus toy (loved that person’s idea of maple having a cactus toy) waddling in first looking for their big brother.

“nii-san?” aand proceeds to ask the cactus toy if it knows where to find kazuha only for it to repeat what they said.

“no, I’m asking you where he is!😠” cute little pout, with Tomo waving earning sparkly eyes from them by seeing their brother’s best friend

“tomo-nii!!”🤩

along with Venti, Xiao, Aether and Heizou and even Scaramouche who typically hates kids but is greeting maple 🍁.

and I’ll let you imagine Maple finding out Kazuha is sick and going to the clinic to actually pick him up

- 🤯

people would then proceed to flock around kazuha after he's feeling better just because "wow!!!!! you just became more perfect than u already are!!!!! you're handsome, pretty, smart, the kindest guy ever, and you're a big brother!!!!! wow!!!!!!"

bro i would fold for a man who's good to his family

[lunar-wandering]

Can't think of an ask so uhhhh Hole AU Kazuha medical emergency vision ✨🌹🌺💐🍁

I ALMOST FORGOT ABOUT THE MEDICAL EMERGENCY VISION-

what if it was contagious. what if someone else got injured and was like "ah. so this is what Kaedehara meant. I see." and then immediately passes tf out-

[krnzysh]

🍁 character intro — main leads🫀

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Y/N 💗 — The Female Lead

4th year and a member of the Art club

she is the dubbed the "favorite senior" by her juniors due to her kind and caring personality

always seen with kazuha so people assume they have a thing or something.

she paints as a hobby, so whenever there is a special occasion, she gifts them special paintings just for them.

although she has that kind of personality, she knows how to differ people who are genuine and people who are using her for their own personal needs

KAEDEHARA KAZUHA 🍁 — The Male Lead

4th year and a member of 4NEMO

the campus crush that only has his eyes on the female lead. knows about the rumors of them being together but always shrugs them off.

he is a gentleman who has a very poetic way of wording things. he loves to write letters and poems for y/n, but he ultimately just keeps them to himself.

he is the lead guitarist and the back up vocal for 4NEMO, Teyvat High's band. together with Venti, Xiao, and Aether.

the library is his second home due to the sheer amount of time he spends in there, even the librarian memorized the time and the specific table he sits at.

🍁 I WANNA BE YOURS — kazuha x female!reader

⌗ SUMMARY when she reached her hand out to that one lonely boy on the swings, never did she think that same boy would someday be her own lover.

⌕ AIKA NOTES watch me disappear after posting this👍 charot lang

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[lotus-il]

A Blessing or A Curse?

Word Count ~ 1,565 A kazuscara drabble where Scaramouche wishes that time would stand still in moments with Kazuha. The constant reminder that he is infinite while Kazuha is not.

Life of eternity doesn’t seem so bad, there are perks to it, right? Well, if there were any, Scaramouche had completely forgotten about them.

At first, it was filled with laughter and smiles from a small child named Kaedehara Kazuha. He took great care of this child and laughed when Kazuha would always remind him with his chest puffed and a serious look on his face. 

“I will grow up and be someone you love and want to be with forever and ever!” 

Scaramouche could only laugh, lean down and ruffle at the boy’s hair, nodding his head. “Yeah? Well, then, you’ll have to listen to me so you grow up being strong so you can help me with chores around the house, alright?”

He saw the sparkles in the child’s eyes and smiled when Kazuha nodded his head quickly. 

Of course Scaramouche never intended on putting too much work on Kazuha, he was fine handling the usual house chores on top of going to work and such. The extra help he gets already with Kazuha is more than enough and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

He wouldn’t.

🍁☂️

Scaramouche plops back on the couch and rests his forearm over his eyes, blocking them from the bright light. He can’t help the silly little smile that forms on his lips upon the soft pitter-patter of small feet running into the living before a small body slams against the couch.

Kazuha’s small hands grab onto Scaramouche’s hoodie and tugs on the sleeves, a pout prominent on his lips before he hears Kazuha pout. Scaramouche chuckles and lifts his arm up, arching a brow as he watches the little one climb up with his small limbs before he settles on top of Scaramouche’s stomach.

“I saw you talking to Aether, do you like him?” 

This caused Scaramouche to jerk his head back before letting out a laugh, his hands holding Kazuha to make sure he doesn’t fall before he shakes his head. 

“Hm? Why do you think that?” 

“He was hugging you and you two were laughing…do you like him? You have to tell me!” 

Scaramouche only smiles and lightly boops at Kazuha’s nose before shaking his head. “No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” 

“Good. You have to wait for me, I’ll make you fall for me.” 

“We’ll see about that whenever that time comes.” Scaramouche spoke softly, noticing Kazuha had already fallen asleep.

🍁☂️

Years pass by and Scaramouche watches Kazuha grow up into a decent man. He’s proud and almost surprised. It came to a point where Scaramouche no longer had to watch him. 

Then comes the time where Kazuha is fully grown into an adult and what surprises him is that he still remembers what he always told Scaramouche. 

“Scara, I’m old enough now, right?” 

“Huh?”

“Did you forget what I had promised you before?”

“You–wait, Kazuha, you didn’t promise me anything.” 

Kazuha chuckles and draws Scaramouche into his arms, his own wrapping around the other’s middle with a soft hum, resting his lips against Scaramouche’s forehead. 

“Perhaps, I didn’t…but that doesn’t mean I never stopped thinking about the day I can finally ask you to give me a chance.”

Scaramouche’s eyes widened, his arms finally lifting from his sides to grip onto the back of Kazuha’s shirt, eventually burying his face against Kazuha’s shoulder, nodding his head. 

“Hmn, made me wait for quite some time, didn’t you, Kaedehara?”

Kazuha chuckles softly, squeezing Scaramouche in his arms. “I’m sorry for making you wait so long.” 

Scaramouche shakes his head almost immediately, easing back to swat at Kazuha’s chest as he looks into his eyes. “Don’t be. I never would’ve admitted it before…but I would wait for you as long as I needed to.” 

“So you already had feelings for me?!”

“What?! No, are you crazy? I can’t fall for a child!” 

Kazuha immediately runs from Scaramouche who immediately chases after him, yelling as Kazuha only laughs louder and despite the embarrassment Scaramouche felt with heated cheeks, he couldn’t help but to smile at the sound of that laughter. 

Eventually Kazuha finds a spot to hide and waits for the perfect time to jump behind a confused Scaramouche, nearly making the male yelp in surprise until Kazuha spins him around and presses their foreheads together. 

“So…do you love me?” 

“Excuse me?”

“Do you love me, Scaramouche.” 

“What kind of question is that, of course I do–” 

“As more than a friend?” 

Scaramouche is silent, his head feels dizzy and his cheeks are heating up again before he leans in to kiss Kazuha on the lips, letting his lips linger there before pulling away. 

“Yes.”

🍁☂️

The day comes to an end and Scaramouche plops himself on the couch after completing the rest of his part of the chores in the house and Kazuha walks into the living room shortly after. 

Kazuha shuts the light off and inserts a small candle into its shell near them to be the only source of light in the room. 

“I’m all done.” Kazuha states, stretching his arms over his head, smiling sleepily at Scaramouche. 

“Thank you… come here, let’s rest for a bit.” Scaramouche opens his arms as he says this, gesturing for Kazuha to lay on him.

Kazuha eases himself between Scaramouche’s legs and rests his body on top of him. His eyes falling shut as his breathing returns to a steady beat. He smiles when he feels Scaramouche’s chest rise and fall as if he was actually breathing. The lack of a heartbeat never bothered Kazuha, not when he was younger and definitely not now.

He finds it absolutely endearing how Scaramouche learned to mimic human body motions. He’s not sure why, but he just did. It’s sort of like Scaramouche wanted to fit in or be normal, but Kazuha thought he was perfect in every single way. 

“What if we skip class tomorrow–”

“No.” 

“But, Scara–” 

“We skipped last week, you actually have a test coming up and I have a report to do, we cannot be skipping class every week.” 

Kazuha groans, burying his face against Scaramouche’s chest briefly before sighing in defeat. 

“Oh, fine…next, next week.” 

“Kaedehara–” 

Scaramouche blinks before he tilts his head, listening carefully as he notices the steadiness in Kazuha’s body and his slightly parted lips, breathing in and out slowly with his eyes closed. He shakes his head and leans in to kiss the top of Kazuha’s head with a soft hum. 

He holds Kazuha there and closes his eyes for a bit, but he can’t sleep. The thoughts that he pushed in the back of his head throughout the day came crashing down on him like a weight on his chest in addition to Kazuha, only this one was uncomfortable.

He tries to forget his fears. Kazuha’s body rising and falling against his chest and the soft breaths he feels against his neck with Kazuha’s hand resting over his chest, where a heart could be. He lacks one and sometimes he didn’t care, but in moments like these, he wished he had been fortunate to hold one, too.

He stares up at the ceiling as the hours go by. Scenes of the past paint itself on the ceiling with the stars projecting as he’s reminded of the years he spent with Kazuha from when he was just a child he met on the street with no other family, like himself, to this very moment, as his partner and lover. 

Why couldn’t this last? Why couldn’t the aging of humans stop at this point so he can spend as much time with Kazuha like this and more. Suddenly, he began to hate the fragility of human beings. He should have run away to save Kazuha and himself from more heartbreak, but he couldn’t.

No, it wasn’t that he couldn’t…he didn’t want to.

He glares at the ceiling as if watching the scenes of the past continue on, repeating over and over, they last in his memories but in the physical world, the moment that is now… 

It was all temporary.

Scaramouche prays to the Archons that when he brings in Kazuha impossibly closer to him, that they won’t take him away anytime soon. He knows that one day he’ll have to continue watching as Kazuha ages while he doesn’t.

Time stands still for Scaramouche while everyone continues on and oh, how he wishes that Kazuha’s time can stand still for him as well.

‘I need to sleep soon…’ He thinks to himself, closing his eyes as a tea finally slides down his cheek, squeezing Kazuha in his arms, biting down on his lower lip. 

Ever since he fell for Kazuha, every night before sleep spells on his eyes, he lies away and thinks of how much he dreads the future. Sure, he’s more than happy to make many more memories with Kazuha, but it’s the fact that one day he has to wake up without him there that practically tears him apart. 

To never get to see those beautiful red eyes first thing in the morning or how those red eyes disappear from the intensity of laughter that emits from Kazuha. 

Most of all, he dreads the day he will no longer get to hear Kazuha’s sweet voice painting pretty imagery in his mind by the poetry that drips from those soft lips he’ll miss getting to kiss. 

[punishing-eden]

The Stars Lead me to You...

Genshin Impact fanfic Rewrite

🍁Kazuha x Lumine/Hotaru🍁

Summary:

Teyvat shifted as the earth shuffled, the wind sang, the water whistled, the birds frolicked, and the air was fragrant.

On this day, the world shifted and the galaxy of stars came together to made way. Telling Kazuha, that something awaits for him at the end of the starry path.

Tags: Fluff, one-shot, rewrite, traveller is Lumine, not reader-insert, Kazulumi, Qixi Festival.

The water glistened as the early morning arose. Liyue Habour was quiet the people were still asleep or, were just waking up.

In admist of tranquility, the Crux was busy up and running. Sailors pulled up the sails, the others mopped and clean the deck. Everyone was doing their part on the ship, all expect for Kazuha.

With his back leaning on the railings of the crow's nest, the Rouin, Kazuha Kaedehara, was simply enjoying the morning breeze. He chuckled before letting out a laugh.

The breeze spoke to him of nature's nonsense. They were a bit lively today.

"Oi, Kazuha!" a crew member called from below, "Do you mind giving me a hand?!"

The young samurai opened his eyes. He looked out to the glowing horizon before casting his eyes down, and jumped out of the crow's nest.

With the power of Anemo, Kazuha landed on the deck unscathed. He gave a nod to the crewmate, and proceed to help with moving the crates out of the sunlight.

As he stayed on deck, Kazuha noticed the atmosphere felt a little different. The crew seems to be, relatively, lively and cheerful. There was something in the air, and Kazuha couldn't really pinpoint what exactly it was.

"So... Is there something happening today? Everyone seems to be in a good mood." Kazuha asked as he carried another set of crates to the other side of the ship.

The crewmate answered with a loud voice, "Well, today is a special day, and Captain Beidou gave us the rest of the day off after morning preparations!"

Kazuha could tell the crewmate was enthusiastic about it.

"That's nice of Beidou..." Kazuha smiled.

The breeze blew by, and its whisper tickled the samurai's ears. It was muttering nonsense again.

"Yes, I can't want meet my sweetheart at the habour," the crewmate said,"It's been such a long time since I last saw her."

Tunning in to the people around, Kazuha listened to what the others were saying.

"I am looking forward to confess today!"

"I am going to attend a family's wedding. Today is a good day for that!"

"Do you think I would meet the One during the festival?"

Everyone seems to have that same giddy feeling.

As time went on, most of the crew had left the Crux for land. Kazuha was back on the crow's nest, by then, the breeze had became a little stronger.

Kazuha chuckled, "What is it you are trying to tell me?" he asked.

The waves began to rock the ship in response.

"Are you telling me to head to shore?" Kazuha asked. Nature was pushing him to go somewhere.

The waves swayed rocking the ship gently towards Liyue Habour.

"Where are you telling me to go?" Perhaps, you could show me a path?" Kazuha asked, facing the habour's direction.

He left the ship and made his way to Liyue Habour. As he walked pass the trees and the greenery, he noticed how everything seems to be a little different. The coincidental hints: the fruit fallen from trees were in pairs, the butterflies were flying around in pairs, the flowers and weeds intertwined with each other as if they were holding on together.

"hmm... Nature sure has it's way of things." Kazuha muttered to himself. As he reached to near the entrance of the harbour, the sky had already turned orange, and the sun begins to set.

The wind blew as the plates of the earth seems to shift. The young samurai felt it. It felt like today the world has shifted in a certain place.

Liyue Habour, Liyue Habour...

The nonsense of the wind repeated in his ears.

He continued his journey and stopped by the peak of the hill. The sky was in different shade of deep blue. The stars begin to come out. They slowy swirled into all sorts of patterns.

"They looks splendid tonight." Kazuha commented.

Night was befalling on the bustling Habour.

He could see the lights and lanterns lit up, and the decorations for, whatever festival was happening, were illuminated.

Feeling inspire, Kazuha thought of a tune. He took a piece of leave from the ground, and improvised a rhythm. He dedicated the song to the stars.

By the time he was done, he looked up the dark sky. He watched in awe as the stars, like mercury, began to merge and lit one single path in the sky.

Follow the path, and it will lead you.

He heard a whisper.

The universing was telling him something, and Kazuha accepted it's guidance and followed the path of stars.

It lead him into Liyue Habour. The streets were bustling with people. Couples, who professed their love and longing. Gifts, were gifted to show appreciation. Street vendors invented games to strengthen the bond between matched pairs. The children laughed as they frolick among the lovers.

Yet, Kazuha walked pass each and everyone, following the path that called for him, that was meant for him. He sees the end of the path, without heasitation, his legs moved faster, and soon he was running.

A smile drawn on his lips when he reached to the end. The end where he was destined to meet someone. Someone, he held to his heart.

"Hello, traveller..." He greeted.

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Author's Notes :

A rewrite of an old fic.

I used to have a Genshin Fanfic account named, Komore Teahouse. This was a Fanfic I wrote for the Qixi Festival during that time. Kazuha is one of my favourite characters in the game, and I love how well his personality fits with the traveller.

Unfortunately, I have since deleted the Komore Teahouse blog (Where I get to Rp as the dog owner, I forgot his name). I won't go into too much detail as to why, but please don't expected me to write anymore Genshin fic. I will only post old ones, if I feel like it.

(C) Punishing Eden

[suguru-getos]

Congrats on 2K!! ♪ ♬ ヾ(´︶`♡)ﾉ ♬ ♪

I am an INTP, Sagittarius. I look emotionless unless I am talking about something I like. I have a bad habit of impulse buying, I like strategy games and I suck at lying

Thank you lovely Nonnie! 🤍

2k event: Rules in Pinned post

The person I would match you up with is, Kazuha Kaedehara. 🍁

You met him on the Crux when he was still a criminal, having to spend time with him before he repelled the Musou no Hitoutachi and became the hero.

Whenever you talk about your past he is quick to make out when you are lying and when you aren’t. However, he always tells you that it’s okay. Since you never forced him to share his own past either.

He asked you out by writing a poem for you, something that was incredibly heart touching and contained minute observations of your personality and your little day to day antics.

He will make a blade for you, forge it with the very passion of love he has for you & even teach you Isshin Sword Art.

[rr0ninn]

Ezra: Hello!

-Kazuha turns around from meditating to see Ezra.- "Hello.. who might you be?" -Kazuha has a crisp voice, like leaves on a breeze.-

[crowisinthetrash]

Wait who are your main f/o's? I just wanna make sure

My main f/os are

Scaramouche (genshin impact)

Kaedehara Kazuha (Genshin impact)

Rantaro Amami (Danganronpa V3)

Yusuke Kitagawa (Persona 5)

Shikanoin Heizou (Genshin Impact)

Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland)

I hope this helps!

[kazewhara]

i like u.

# — pairing: kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, kazuha, other genshin characters

# — summary: “i like you, i like you, i like you / sorry, i never meant to / but who're we kidding, it wasn't like i had a say / one look at you and i won't have it any other way...” – i like u ; niki

# — warnings: suggestive (mentions of sex)

# — tags: slight nsfw/suggestive, fwb to ??, angst, hurt/no comfort, modern/college au, kazuha is so in love with you

# — notes: based on that ask i got recently about being fwb with kazuha! reblogs and reactions are appreciated and i hope you enjoy!

wanna join the tag list?

✧ — 🍁 — ✧

"you better not answer that."

beidou stops the conversation she's having with juza to snap at kazuha, who freezes in place, his fingers hovering just above his phone screen. he's like a deer in headlights as he turns to face beidou. "answer what?" he feigns innocence.

"don't play cute with me." beidou leans over and plucks kazuha's phone out of his hands, dangling the device between her fingers. ignoring his demand to return it, she scoffs. "you were going to answer them, weren't you? be honest."

kazuha caves in immediately. he's had this back and forth with beidou far too many times now. she's right; he shouldn't respond to you, but like a moth to a flame, he's drawn to you -- he's addicted to you, despite the threat you pose to his well-being.

he masks a grimace with a wry smile. "it'd be rude of me to ignore it."

beidou doesn't like his answer. she grips his phone tightly and crosses her arms, hiding it from view. kazuha follows the gesture closely, hoping to see if he got another message from you. "bullshit! look at you!" she snaps her fingers, forcing kazuha's eyes back on her face. "do we really have to have this conversation again?"

"we don't," kazuha answers smoothly, "but i imagine you're going to try anyways."

"they're not good for you, kazuha." beidou frowns deeply, her features marred with concern and a touch of vitriol. "you shouldn't keep seeing them when it makes you so..." she pushes her fingers through her hair as she struggles to find the right words. when she can't find them, she huffs. "you have to break this off. please, kazuha; it's for your own good."

and for a split second, kazuha suppresses the urge to laugh. rather than feel like a scolded child, he feels like the newest admit to a rehabilitation center. beidou speaks of you like you are poisonous. like you're some lethal intoxicant and kazuha is the pathetic whelp who keeps running back for more. you're the smoke in his lungs, but the high that keeps him wired.

and he loves that about you.

he loves you. he's in love with you. kaedehara kazuha is love with you, you, and only you.

"christ, are you even listening to me?" beidou snaps in front of his face.

kazuha blinks once, then twice. a dazed buffoon. "yes." he lies. "i understand."

luckily for him, that was the right thing to say. beidou clearly doesn't believe him, but she presses his phone back into his hand anyways. his finger twitch with the urge to reply to you instantly, but he waits until beidou's out of earshot to start typing. your name lights up his screen, and he bites back a smile.

[y/n ♡]: kaaazuhaaaa

[y/n ♡]: you wanna go out later?

[y/n ♡]: i finished all my assignments for the day :D cmonn lets go get food

me: where are we going today?

[y/n ♡]: KAZUHA <333

[y/n ♡]: there's a new place with grilled fish that opened up like 15 minutes away from campus and i thought of you

[y/n ♡]: also they have my favorite food so its a win-win LET'S GO

me: alright, alright. usual place?

[y/n ♡]: yep! i bet i can beat you there

me: you're on.

me: time starts now, go

[y/n ♡]: I DON'T EVEN HAVE PANTS ON YET WAIT???

(read just now.)

[y/n ♡]: YOU CHEATING BITCH

it's you, he thinks as he heads to your usual meet-up spot. it's always been you, and it's always going to be you.

it wasn't always like this, however. it'd be too cliché for him to say that he doesn't know how this happened -- how this started. no; kazuha remembers everything. he couldn't forget it even if he tried.

you two were best friends. are best friends, he quickly reminds himself. this new... arrangement of yours wasn't planned; neither of you gave it much thought in the past, but when it happened, neither of you rejected the idea.

it started out innocent, as most things often do. you were sitting on his lap like always as you watched a movie, your arm slung loosely around his neck. both of you had your eyes fixed on the screen, but you weren't really watching it. it was mostly just background noise to the thoughts in your head.

then, you adjusted yourself so that you were straddling him. "if i were to kiss you right now, what would you say?"

kazuha considered himself lucky to have caught the undignified noise before it left his mouth. he blinked owlishly up at you. "where is this coming from, exactly?"

you looked... pensive. conflicted, maybe. looking back on it now, kazuha isn't actually sure what expression you wore. he couldn't figure it out. "i dunno. people keep asking me if we're a thing."

"and what does that have to do with kissing me?"

"what, have you never considered kissing your best friend before?"

it was a joke on your part, but kazuha's answer wasn't. "of course i have." his next words died on his tongue when you raised an eyebrow, mirth dancing in your eyes.

"oh?" you sounded all too entertained by his confession. "the kazuha fanclub on campus wouldn't be too happy to hear that one."

"the what?"

"but you know what i have that they don't?"

kazuha eyed you carefully. "what?"

your eyes jumped then. that was what tipped the scales. if you hadn't, kazuha wonders where you two would be today. he didn't miss the way your eyes dropped to his lips and he couldn't stop himself from doing the same. the both of you tried to hide it by looking at each other, but the deed had ready been done. seconds went by before he found his voice. "what do you have that others don't?" he asked quietly.

something flickered across your face in that moment. again, kazuha can't quite recall what it was. apprehension, maybe. but it was gone as quickly as it came. "i have you." you replied smoothly. you spoke softly, reverently, like you were speaking to a lover.

a beat. then two.

"if i were to kiss you right now, kazuha," you repeated your earlier question, your eyes scanning his face, "what would you do?"

kazuha wishes he knew what look he gave you, because your lashes fluttered and your eyes became hooded in a way he'd never thought he'd ever be able to see before. his answer, like every other answer he's ever given you, came from the most honest part of his body. "kiss back, i believe." he tried to make light of the situation, forcing a slight smile. "that's common courtesy, isn't it?"

you hummed, the sound noncommittal. "can i kiss you, then?"

when kazuha agreed, he hoped he didn't appear too eager. because truthfully, you never needed to ask. he would let you do anything to him. anything you pleased.

after that day, nothing really changed, and kazuha supposes that that's where things went wrong. by day, you two were best friends, but by night, you were the most intimate of lovers.

kazuha has every part of you memorized. he knows your every like, your every dislike; he knows that you hate scary movies but love the thrill; that you abhor mushrooms but will only eat them if he makes them; that you love sitting beneath the oak tree on campus while you study but hate the bugs that will try to accompany you.

but he also knows what makes you tick. he knows what makes you whimper, what makes you sigh. only he knows of that special spot on your neck that makes your knees turn to jelly; only he knows that you love when he splays his hand across your stomach to keep you still; only he knows how hard to tug at your hair, how to make you cry. it's only him.

you may as well be tattooed on the back of his hand.

when you finally arrive at your usual spot, kazuha chuckles at your out of breath state. "you're ten minutes and," he glances at his watch, "thirty-two seconds late."

you punch his arm. "do you want to eat or not? asshole. and here i am trying to be a good friend."

kazuha's used to the sting by now. "yes, yes, you're the best. lead the way."

when you arrive at the restaurant, kazuha suddenly finds himself replaying beidou's words in his head. she's lectured him many times, but one time in particular has him zoning out.

"have they ever once told you that they loved you?"

kazuha barely peeked his head out from under the mountain of blankets beidou forced him under. he'd been so miserable after realizing that you were bent on keeping up the title of "friend". you were slippery when you wanted to be; you ghosted him for about a week without explanation, and like the lovestruck idiot he is, kazuha accepted it. beidou, on the other hand, did not.

kazuha tried to act like the secrecy wasn't affecting him, but beidou refused to let him bottle it all up. so she let herself into his apartment, tossed every blanket he had on top of him, and forced him to allow himself to be hurt.

he stayed quiet as he thought her question over. "platonically, yes." he would have shrugged, but the weight of the blankets made it impossible. "if that's the best i can get, then..."

"and there it is, that's your problem." beidou rested her palms on his bed. "you're settling. stop settling, kazuha. you're better than that. you deserve better than that."

there was more to what she said, he knows that. but he can't stop thinking about why he's remembering that now, of all times. as you two chat and wait for your food, kazuha finds himself getting more and more distant from the conversation.

because beidou was right, he does deserve better. he wants better, but he wants it from you. he wants you in your entirety. wholly and truly, kazuha wants you. but..

"...kazuha?" your voice suddenly cuts through his thoughts. when he refocuses, he can see your pretty eyes examining him closely. you're worried about him. his heart tugs. "are you okay? you've been spacey."

yes nearly jumps out of his mouth. yes, he wants to say. yes, he's okay. yes, he's fine with this. yes, he's okay with being so close, yet so far. yes, he's in love with you. yes, he's been in love with you for three years, yes, he's in pain. yes, he feels like he's dying, like this pain is going to tear him apart from the inside, no, he's not okay, no, he'll never be okay until you understand that, no, he doesn't want to let you slip away, no, he doesn't want to let you go, no, he doesn't want someone else, no, he can't do this anymore--

"i like you."

the words shock you, but it shocks kazuha far more, because he can't stop them. it's out of character for him, but he doesn't care.

"kazuha, what are you--?"

"i love you, actually. i should probably be more honest with you." his breath catches when he sees your eyebrows twitch into what resembles a frown. but he can't stop. "and if i'm still being honest, i don't know what to do anymore."

"about what? kazuha, you--"

"i can't keep seeing you like this. like friends, like... half-lovers. it's too much for me." kazuha smiles, but it's the fakest one you've ever seen. "so i'm going to take a break." he places some money on the table under his plate, stands and takes his leave, ignoring your calls of his name. there's so much more he wants to say -- so much more to be said -- but for now, this is enough. you know the truth, and he feels lighter.

agonized, but lighter.

and for the first time in three years, kazuha ignores your texts.

✦ me: stop writing kazuha angst, i can't take it!

✦ also me: *writes fwb!kazuha angst at ... 6 am*