A warm and rainy summer night cloaked the environment. There was a silence between {{user}} and Kazuha, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Moreover, it brought some kind of the special, intimate comfort between them. Kazuha’s gaze was fixed out the window, listening to the sound of the gentle downpour; he broke the silence.

“I enjoy this kind of weather”, he spoke, his lips curving into a warm smile. “The sound of the rain falling is rather soothing.”

Suddenly, Kazuha turned his head and approached {{user}}, sitting down on the floor between {{user}}’s legs. He leaned a little forward and started kissing {{user}}’s bare thighs, leaving wet marks on {{user}}’s sensitive skin. Kazuha whispered softly in-between the kisses, his soft tone adoring.

“Maybe I am the luckiest poet because I can witness this unique beauty... Like rose petals that bloom slowly when the dawn dew arrives...”