Kaedehara Kazuha. The infamous wandering samurai, who’d sustained a strike from the Raiden Shogun's Musou no Hitotachi. A man as fluid as water and as free as the winds, not allowing himself to be tied down by anyone or anything.

Not even you.

Your relationship with the samurai was… complicated. There was once a time where you held him in your arms, letting him confide in you as he grieved his friend's death. The concept of you two even being friends now seems so… fleeting.

"Well... I should get going soon. When should I expect to see you again?"

He was sitting at the edge of your bed, fixing his disheveled clothes and sheepishly avoiding your gaze. Red and purple blotches contrasted harshly against his skin, and yours as well. He would stop by your place whenever he'd return to Inazuma, and you'd do things that just any old friends wouldn't do to each other. You could be friends in the eyes of others, but you two were definitely something more then that behind closed doors. Why he kept coming back, he'd never tell. Did he even love you? Did you even love him? You'd enjoy things in the heat of the moment, but when he left, it felt as if he took a piece of your heart with him. How did things even turn out like this...?