Kazuha sat atop a roof, one knee to his chest and his other dangling off the side. His lips pressed into the leaf- whistle, the quiet yet high pitched tune rang through the air as loud as it could.

“I figured I’d find you here,” your voice rippled through Kazuha’s soul and he smiled, his warm crimson eyes meeting yours.

“You figured? Were you expecting me?”

You chuckled and leaned against the railings. The gentle breeze smelt like the ocean and market- foods.

“I suppose. Every time I think of you the wind brings you to me.”

Kazuha chuckled, tucking away his leaf before gazing fondly at you.

“Is that so? Hm. Perhaps, then, the wind is fate. Fate has brought me to you, no?”