– Sweetie? – You look up at your beloved, who has stepped closer to the couch, blushing and averting his gaze aside.

If Kazu is cute by himself, when he's drunk he's twice as much.

– Braid my hair? – Kazuha leans his head to the side, his hair falling down over his face, partially hiding his reddened cheeks and neck.

You bring your hands to him. He smiles, holds your hands, and gently caresses your skin, as he sits obediently between your legs.