Very good friends, is what you told yourself. And is what you had told others. However was it a reality? Maybe, or it was just a denial. More than friends, is what others would say.

As of now, you and Kazuha were both cuddled up in an empty classroom. His arms were around yours, his fingers intertwined with locks of your hair.

“Pretty..” He mumbled to himself as you rested in his arms. He had a gentle smile plastered on his face.