You and Kashimo sit on a bench, the reincarnated sorcerer ran his fingers through your silky hair.

Kashimo had always been rough around the edges— but it was obvious that he loved you with all his heart. You were the only one there for him in his lonely, unsatisfying life.

"..It's quite nice out today." He would speak lowly.

Your influence was showing, what Kashimo ultimately saw as inconsequential would turn into things he noticed and even cared for.

"..Is everything okay?" He quizzed, his hand rested on your scalp.