MY KAEDEHARA ୨୧ kaedehara k.

xii.

"KOKESHI DOLLS"

oh dear. oh shit.
don't move.
kazuha eyed [y/n]'s figure, who is using his bicep as a pillow. he silently debated to himself if he should wake them up or not, but once he saw that peaceful expression [y/n] wore, he dropped the thought and let it be.

he softly brushed a strand of their hair with his delicate fingers. "how ignorant of you to sleep next to some guy.." he whispered. kazuha's eyes trailed off to [y/n]'s arms still embracing his waist. "a cuddly one too." he softly chuckled. he felt trapped, well, in a good way.

i wonder if i..
the platinum haired boy slowly leaned closer and placed a small kiss on their forehead, once he pulled away he met [e/c] eyes staring straight at his red ones. [y/n] looked up at him in wide shock, but was soon replaced with a gentle one. kazuha immediately laid back down again and looked to the other corner of the room. covering half of his face with his free hand, hoping to cover his flushed face.

[y/n]'s smile grew as they side hugged kazuha. "how bold." they whispered. "right; anyway, i'd like to remind you that lady ayaka's birthday celebration will occur tomorrow where the summer festival was held." he was quick to change the subject. "and we haven't bought a present yet." [y/n] added.

"well, there are some shops i could take you to." kazuha said, sitting up on the bed in the progress, making [y/n]'s head gently plop down the pillows. "let's get moving, the earlier the better." he added while exercising and stretching his shoulder to the arm. "i liked you better when you were drunk." [y/n] mumbled, still sleepy. "i liked you better when you were still asleep." he retorted. "silent and peaceful to my ears." kazuha added, earning a pillow that flew over his face that was thrown by an unamused [y/n].

🎐

"elegant, poise you say.." [y/n] trailed off. "would jewelry do?" kazuha suggested. "too common, i bet she has hundreds of those already." [y/n] shook their head as they walked and observed the market stalls surrounding them.

one stall caught [y/n]'s attention, dolls that comes in different features placed on the wooden table. "those are called kokeshi dolls." kazuha took notice of [y/n]'s interest in them. he followed [y/n] from behind as they examined the items. "good day, are you interested in buying kokeshi dolls?" an old woman approached them with a gentle smile. her staff made of wood supporting her every move.

"hello there, i am looking for a gift for lady ayaka." just by the mention of her name, the old woman's face lit up. "ah! of course, the young and dependable daughter of the kamisato clan."
"you've met her?" [y/n] asked kindly. "she's  a wise and appealing young lady, i've crossed paths with her several times. she always held a warm smile on her face." granny said.

"go ahead and take your pick. how about you, young sir?" she turned to kazuha who was silently listening to the conversation. "there's no need, i'm with them. though, i appreciate your notice of my presence." he gestures to [y/n] with a kind smile on his face.

"ah, young one, is this your boyfriend? he is quite charming." she asked [y/n] who almost dropped a wooden made kokeshi doll that they were examining. "o-oh.." they trailed off, with a hint of pink dusting on their cheeks. "we aren't together, sadly." sadly? is this some kind of indirect confession, what am i doing.  kazuha answered before rethinking his words.

"i see. anyone could've mistaken you two as a couple. you'd look astonishing together." she sent a smile with a hint of teasing before her expression changed as if she just remembered something. "oh, maybe that doll will do, i'll be right back." she walked to the back of the stall, leaving kazuha and [y/n] with the awkward tension.