♥︎

you couldn't understand how kazuha's hands were so cold. under gloves, rubbing against each other, even when trying to warm up on the fireplace.

when it briefly passed near yours, it felt like an electric pulse running through your arms— not only because it was an intimate touch, but so so cold that it gave you goosebumps.

even as you held tight hands in hands tight, it seemed to get even colder.

♡

it was the perfect moment to hang out— for her, though, since crossed on kazuha's little brain it'$ be a good idea to leave on a rainy day, but you couldn't deny to her little pout and weren't unwelcome when she offered to both be going to the nearest cafe— one you knew she loved to go.

kazuha sat across you, with her blue flannel and using this tight-lipped smile she had. the (burning) hot mugs were set on table, the strong coffee-scent mixed with hers. she took a small sip of it, but, undercover, you felt something moving; her hand met yours, intertwining fingers in a soft action.

but christ. soon, you couldn't hold any minute longer, pulling back your hands.

kazuha glances up at you, blinking and confused. a puppy face, even.