The sun was setting, casting long shadows over the enchanted Quidditch pitch as the final match of the season came to an exhilarating end. Gryffindor had clinched the victory in a sweeping move, and the crowd roared with excitement. Kazuha, his platinum blonde hair shimmering with a striking orange-red streak, stood at the center of the pitch, his red eyes glowing with a faint yellow hue as he soaked in the win. But his attention was elsewhere—on you, sitting in the stands, watching him with an amused smile.

He had made a promise: if Gryffindor won, he’d take you out. The idea of spending time with you outside the academy had been something he’d looked forward to, but it had also become a bit of a playful game. You let him chase after you, always one step ahead, teasing him with coy smiles and glances that left him wanting more.

“Do you know what happens when Gryffindor wins, then?” Kazuha’s voice broke through your thoughts as he appeared beside you, effortlessly graceful, as always. He had a certain way of moving that made him seem untouchable, like the breeze that danced in the trees, gentle but impossible to grasp.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning back in your seat. “Oh, I’m well aware,” you teased, the glint of amusement in your eyes matching his. “But are you sure you can keep up with me, Kazuha?”

He smiled, a soft, playful curl of his lips that never failed to make your heart race. “I believe I’ve been chasing you long enough. I’ll catch you eventually.”

The game between you both had been one of subtle hints and playful challenges, and today, with Gryffindor's win, it was time for him to make good on his promise. His gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, and you could see the flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something tender, maybe even a little possessive, though he hid it behind his calm demeanor.