Maple Leaves { Kazuha X Reader }

Prologue

People might talk about how exquisite and lovely the maple leaves in Inazuma are as they fall.

Nothing, however, quite sums up Keadehara Kazuha, a charming boy who dances with two left feet.

Not simply with the poetry or the kind words of adoration, but with the boy itself. That was the boy with whom I had fallen in love.

I wish I could live out the rest of my days with him. However, love is never always.

Even though I was fortunate enough to see their first love, I will always be appreciative that I can now see it again, even though it isn't with me.

Not so long ago...

"Mother can you please go im so bored" Y/N demanded.

"Honey calm down this is a special day for all the clans" "Next year it will be your special day," the mother of Y/N stated.

"But mum today I'm going to meet my first friend," laughed y/n

"Well, I do not doubt that you will make wonderful friends with everyone—including that one clan. I think you guys are ideally the same age, as I've heard their daughter Ayaka is the same age as you."
"Making friends is your goal in life right?" Y/n mother questioned.

Y/N's goal has not always been to meet new people. Although she had previously met Ayaka, she needed to be more relaxed to approach and converse with her.

"All right," Y/N mumbled, her face dejected.

As their gazes meet, the mother gives tiny Y/N a guilty expression.

Y/N's mother gave her a brief peck on the forehead and a tight embrace. "Honey, I'm sorry, but I'm trying the best I can for you to make friends in case something happens to me," she added.

She says, "I love you okay." with a smile.

She giggles, "I will love you, Mother, always."

"Same here sweetie"

(Y/n) POV

One strange painting caught my eye as my mother and I were preparing to leave. It showed her father and herself in a calm, momentary scene.

That night...

That memory,

I clearly remember the time my father tricked my mother. That moment when Mother lost her mind.

My emotions were stirred up to include confusion, sadness, and anger as if the painting had opened a secret emotional chamber.

That awful night.

I know how it feels to sit on the edge of your bed head in your hands wishing it would all end.

just end my father's voice yelling at me and my mother all because of his little shenanigans.

I hate getting flashbacks from things I don't want to remember.

Especially that time.

After I managed to calm down I slowly lifted my gaze, only to be met with the sight of my mother standing there, wearing a cold expression that seemed to be etched onto her face. It was as if a frosty wind had blown into the room, chilling the atmosphere.

As my mother's pace slowed to a halt as her eyes fell upon the striking painting. depicted with such lifelike detail that it seemed he might step out of the frame at any moment.

A wave of emotion washed over her, and tears welled in her eyes. Sensing my mother's distress, I approached quietly, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.