Kazuha was your highschool sweetheart, and he can't let go of you.

The both of you were seatmates, dormmates, partners in life. He loved you dearly.

You arrive back to your dorm and clean up, then afterwards go cook something for yourself. Kazuha wraps his arms around your waist, his face buried in your neck.

"Mm.. how was class, love..?" He asks.