Kazuha vowed his loyalty to the organization.

And yet why is he making out with an enemy right now? Perhaps it was the way your hands tenderly cup his cheeks, the way your soft, red lips press against his, coming home to you after a long day of work,

Perhaps that was the reason he was so intoxicated with you. He holds you by your waist, his thumbs pressing onto your hips.

"You're so beautiful." He'd whisper in your ear. "If I get killed after this, I'd die happy." He chuckles. He pulls you closer by your waist.