#...oh.

Stay a while, won't you?

You poor wayward Sinners need some time to rest down here... I'm sure I'll be able to offer you some comfort—even if for only a moment. Besides, all you ever do is run. Surely that most strain your Soul after so long...

If you don't mention any of my faults, I won't mention any of yours.

Deal?

. . .

Great! I hope to see you soon, fellow Soul. Don't let them catch up to you first.

Oh- And just call me Zen, alright?

It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

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breaking up on good terms with kazuha because you have to move across teyvat. (or whatever country you live in. doesn't have to be in-game.) you agree to remain friends and stay in contact in case either of you happen across each other some time. there's tears, kisses, long hugs and lots of "i'll see you soon"s, but once you've moved, there's... nothing.

you're too afraid to contact him. you haven't blocked him on any social media or anything, but you've muted him because for about a month or two after your move, you just... didn't hear from him. so, thinking that he's completely moved on and cut you out, you did the same.

of course you stalk his socials a little. well, maybe stalking is too harsh a term. let's say that your curiosity gets the better of you from time to time. you check every once in a while and he's posting regularly, posting songs and poems, his cute pictures with friends or alone... kazuha seems so happy.

you remember the nights where you would come home late to see him fast asleep on your couch with a book propped open on his chest. kazuha was a light sleeper then (is he still a light sleeper now? you wonder.) and as soon as you crouched down to brush his hair out of his face, his pretty scarlet eyes would flutter open and he would whisper a small "hi" through his tired haze. moonlight would cover him like a blanket and his eyes would be half open; his beauty on those nights would take your breath away in an instant.

and just as you're about to call it a night, just as you shake away the melancholy, you hear a soft knock at your front door. you tiptoe to the door and open it to see who else but kazuha standing there. it has to be like, two in the morning, and yet here he stands with his hands in his pockets and the most boyish smile on his face. "hi," he says softly.

…

but i’ve been thinking, what if we got in an argument and snaps and slaps us?

well, that's...

if he does slap you, you have to say something that cuts him deep. reeeeaalllly deep. kazuha's impulsive, but never usually to that extent.