Genshin Impact || Oneshots !

fluff ━ ' , you are in love , ' ━ kazuha x m!reader

[Modern AU.]

"Is anyone coming over today?" You ask Kazuha, peeking through the slightly ajar door to your bedroom. He perks up, looking confused by your question as he then continues to rummage through his backpack.

"No? Why do you ask?" He says, soon smiling as he had finally found the thing he's been looking for after the many times he had emptied his backpack. You'd expect him to be finding something like his wallet, maybe his car keys, but it was his notebook. Well, he was quite the poet. You step out of the room and lean on the door, wearing shorts and a very loose shirt.

"Well, it's been a reoccurring thing these past few days so, naturally I thought someone will come over again today." You say, giving a slightly irked smile. You weren't mad, just a little embarrassed due to some experiences that had happened. Suddenly, you see Kazuha showing a sad face.

"Sorry... I just really missed my friends that were way too far so, I wanted to do a little catching up with them." He says, sighing deeply afterward. You felt a little guilty in making him feel that way so, you approach him, sitting down next to him who was sitting on the floor in front of the couch, flashing a comforting smile.

"I'm not mad so you don't have to apologize. I just wish you'd tell me if someone will come over so I at least look nice in front of them." You say, chuckling afterwards. You couldn't count the times you went outside of your bedroom just in a boring shirt and shorts or even worse, unaware that strangers were outside, and having to say sorry while dealing with the embarrassment after.

"Right, right... Especially that one time you went out of our room just in shorts and nothing else." He says, laughing softly.

"Yeah! I wish that they'd have forgotten about it now but, they still give me weird looks. Is it really my fault I want to be comfortable in the house I paid for with my own money?" You say, groaning, laying your back on the couch behind both of you.

He laughs, soon getting back up and seemingly done fixing his papers and notebooks. He gets his bag and throws it into the bed, looking happy. You then stand up, fixing your clothes as you head to the kitchen.

"What do you want for dinner? I can cook up anything you want today since it's just us." You ask him over the kitchen counters. He let's out a little 'hmm' implying that he was thinking as he then loosens his expression.

"It's up to you. Oh, do we still have stuff for next week?" He questions, looking over at the kitchen cabinets. You head on over and open them, soon calculating and predicting if whether or not the things inside were still enough to last for both of you. Not only you but, he was actually quite the heavy eater. When things are rough, that is.