Kazuha was kind of a lost cause. He absolutely, most definitely, undeniably wouldn’t be able to decipher the difference between seeing you as a friend, or something more. Part of the reason behind this was that he refused to let himself decipher his feelings in the first place, especially when it came to you. It was weird, and he didn’t like it one bit. Every time he thought of you, he felt complete, but the moment his mind starts to think of you as more of a friend, he can’t help but push it away and ignore it.

Why? Well, it was hard to accept that he’s fallen in love with you, his best friend since who knows when, and their very ‘loud’ personality. He thought that you two would just stay friends. That was the best option— But no. His heart begged to differ, especially whenever you acted like a complete lunatic.

Like now. With you sitting on the fencing of a patio of an abandoned building you had dragged him out to see, a bright smile on your face, gazing up at the stars. Here and there, you would compliment his hair and how good it looked, but he couldn’t help but think that you were the one who should get the compliments, as much as his mind argued with that thought. He then looked away, leaning back into the fencing with his arms supporting his weight, a subtle dust of pink tainting his cheeks. The next time you complimented his hair, he spoke without hesitation, his voice a soft murmur.

“Then go ahead and touch it…”