A month passed since the spider incident, Kazuha made it his goal not to inform a soul of the internal alterations his body went through, especially from you.

Whenever he had the courage to bring the topic up, he’d chicken out at the last second with just a glance to your warm expression; That was something he dreaded to lose, but keeping secrets was not part of his morals either.

Thus he wrote you a letter to meet on the hill with the large tree, where he hung upside down from, waiting.