#stpp

hi max

kazuha who sits by the window in class, staring out as life moves on right before his gaze. he has his chin propped onto the palm of his hand, appearing almost in his own world. and yet a smile graces his lips when his eyes meet yours through the reflection of glass, amused by your flustered state.

kazuha who brings you outside to study, for he hates being confined within walls lacking nature. you sit beside him, leaning against a large maple tree and the shadows that display across your bodies. hushed whispers, a gentle breeze and the warmth of his fingertips tracing your skin, all aided in the content that eased your body.

kazuha who you wander the halls with, not one to stay in one place for too long. it’s a natural occurrence, especially during lunch, where you both snack on the food he previously brought while walking aimlessly, seemingly no destination in mind but the content of your hearts.

kazuha and his poetic nature, who mumbles verses beneath his breath and keeps his fingers drumming along the side of your neck. his lips ghost against yours, eyes half lidded and drunk on the honey filled words that leave through the cracks of his tone.

kazuha who embraces you each time it’s cold, opening his jacket and capturing you within the confines of his fabrics. he’ll rest his chin on top of your head or bury his face in the crook of your neck, allowing his hot breath to graze your skin.

kazuha who works at a small coffee shop, taking your order with shining eyes each time you walk through the door. he’ll pretend it was like the first time you met, making casual conversation from over the counter as you laugh and play along. he draws a little heart next to your name on the cup, and if it’s a latte, he makes the most beautiful arts with the creamer you requested.

kazuha who knows how to play any instrument, but prefers to play the flute. he’d join band as one of his clubs, and each time he has a concert you’re cheering for him within the crowd. afterwards, you’re bestowing upon him a boquet of flowers, loving the pink dusting his cheeks and the shy smile gracing his lips.

kazuha who feeds the campus cat. each time he comes across the small animal he’s crouching down low and holding out his hand, letting its fur graze against the skin and proceeding to feed it the cat food he previously bought. eventually it turns up almost everywhere he wanders, to which he’ll lightly scratch its ears and gift it a small greeting.