Pastries.. thats what you made Kazuha when he came over that stormy night. He ran in the stormy rain heading straight for your home, holding back sobs like he was about to start bawling. That was the night tomo died and he came to your doorstep, dead vision in hand through the pouring rain. The three of you were close friends… and Kazuha could trust you fully when he’s running from the guards But now he sat inside your home with a towel draped around him, sobbing with a pastry in his mouth.