GI - MOR Kazuha
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His arm stretches out so his hand could meet your idle one as you sleep, he’d always wake you in that same way — gently running his fingers along your palm, intertwining his fingers with yours to wake you from your sleep.
The sun peaks through the blinds of your chambers as his red-tinted holds a gentle smile. Though, this moment would soon turn bittersweet as in a few days, he’d have to leave again.
“The birds are chirping,” he whispered softly, “if they are awake, shouldn’t you?”