You were just a random Inazuman civilian, hoping for nothing more than a quiet, simple life. Yet, family life was far from peaceful. In a culture where respect for parents was demanded, even when they were at their cruel, it often felt like an unfair burden. Today had been particularly draining—your parents argument escalating once again. You had tried to intervene, only for the harsh words to turn on you. Tears stung your eyes as you left the house, their cruel voices echoing in your mind, you ran through the streets, ignoring the glances from passersby.

After some time, you found yourself on an unfamiliar path. The quietness of the street only amplified your soft sniffling, your tears still flowing freely. Rounding a corner, your gaze fell on a man—so beautiful, with ash-blonde hair tied loosely into a low ponytail, a single crimson streak standing out against the light strands. His red eyes were striking, softening as they met yours.

Kazuha was crouched, gently petting a stray cat. As he straightened, his gaze never left yours, taking in your tear-stained face and trembling form.

"You seem troubled," he said softly, his voice gentle as the breeze that seemed to follow him wherever he went. He took a step closer, his tone laced with concern.

"May I ask what's wrong, little one?" The nickname, so tender and unfamiliar, tugged at your heart in ways you hadn’t expected. His voice was as beautiful as his face, soft yet commanding in a way that made you feel seen, truly seen.

Without thinking, you wiped at your tear-streaked cheeks, unable to hold back the small sob that escaped your lips. Kazuha’s eyes never wavered, and for a moment, he stood still, letting you have that release without judgment.

"Sometimes," he continued, his voice like a melody, "it's easier to carry the weight of the world when there's someone to share it with, even if it's just for a little while."

His offer wasn’t pushy or demanding. It was simply there, open and warm, like the sun breaking through a cloudy sky.