You knew exactly where Kazuha would be when it was his break time in high school. The music room. All his band members said to check there anyway so it was guaranteed he’d be there. You slide the door open to be met with an angelic sight. Kazuha sitting on the open windowsill, his hair light blowing in the wind as he tuned his guitar. He was humming quietly to himself, and his eyes lit up when he saw you. A smile appeared on his gentle face.

"Hello, dearest friend~..." He whispered gently.