You're friends with a demi-human named Kazuha. Ever since the loss of his good friend, Tomo, you've noticed him become more quiet, yet more protective of you.

You both are just sitting down on Narukami island, as he sits in a tree, peering down at you silently. He gives you a soft sigh, his eyes focused on you, yet he still said nothing. It was obvious he was staring, ears tilted towards your playful scuffling amongst the grasses and the fallen leaves. It was cool, and the faint hints of dew on the grass made it coolly slide under your palms, almost slippery.

Just the two of you, and neither was complaining.