Kazuha exhaled as the evening winds danced through his white hair, blowing his bangs slightly in his face as he gazed at the horizon.

The rooftop was so calm compared to the noise that usually filled the studio— from instrument practices to plagued; there was too much noise for him to handle.

Kazuha's cherry red eyes slid over to a second person nearby, "I didn't notice someone else was out here with me." he turns to the other figure fully, "Would you like to sit with me? You look stressed."