All about Kazujin

embarrassed much? (dont be, its cute <3)

"Kazuha! Let's hang out after work, yeah?" Yunjin exclaims as she wraps an arm around her, a friendly gesture she figures would signify their friendship exactly.

She's excited, obviously. Well, why wouldn't she be? Huh Yunjin is just so... magnificent . Her intonation whenever she spoke English was so fluent and perfect. She's beautiful ; her brown hair shines beautifully with her sun-kissed skin, her eyes always have this glint that explains her extroverted persona. Her overall aura was somewhat dominating, yet she had this softer side to her. She's kind, but she knows when to be stern. She's loud, she's comedic, she's anything you could ever want in a girl.

Kazuha was a little bit like the splitting image of Yunjin, except with a few adjustments. She had this sophisticated aura to her, the way she walked, the way she spoke, everything about her was appealing to the eyes. Her balletical skills were top notch, her beauty was immense. However, she stands on the other side of the spectrum, more introverted and reserved. She had the potential of being as extroverted as Yunjin, but it took much longer to get to that stage.

"U-uh, s-sure! Can't w-wait to see you then, U-unnie," she freezes on the spot, stunned by the sudden skinship.

The latter's free hand gives a hi-five to a staff member, who is equally confused. That hand then travels to mess up Kazuha's hair, rubbing it messily. The Japanese girl can feel her heart pound so violently that it could burst out unforeseen. She holds a hand over her own face so Yunjin won't notice how abruptly colour forms on her cheeks, and she fortunately doesn't. She simply stares and brushes it off. Yunjin stares at the clock, then at Kazuha, who is discreetly clutching her phone in her pocket.

"Hm, looks like we have to go. I'll head up first, unless you want to join me?" She loosens her grip on Kazuha's shoulder, awaiting a response.

"U-uhm. I-I'll head to the restroom for a second," she coughs to regain some composure. "You can go first."

"Whatever you say, Zuha ," she shrugs her shoulders and heads on her way to an elevator.

Once Yunjin leaves the premise, Kazuha fishes her phone out of her pocket and begins to text Sakura.

Zuha : GUESS WHAT???

Kura-chan : someone's excited... What's up?

Zuha: SHE ASKED ME OUT !!! :O

Kura-chan: OH MY GOD

Zuha: IKR?? I'LL TELL YOU MORE ABOUT IT LATER

She smiles to herself, she just loves it when people call her by her nickname, especially Yunjin. It's not common for it to happen, but she lives for the informality of things. After she cools down, she switches her phone off and clenches it tightly, pressing her hands together. She breathes heavily, manifesting that nothing would go wrong that night. Ding! The elevator door dings. Kazuha's eyes measure the distance she has to the lift lobby and sprints right over. Her body is unable to handle all that speed, so when she slows down, she loses her balance and trips on her shoelaces, reaching for anything in sight for succour. The thing she grabs is none other than Yunjin's hand, who is frankly surprised she could even run that fast. The latter holds the elevator door open and lifts Kazuha up. She stares obliviously, yet within those irises of hers, was a tinch of a tease; and that is pressuring enough to make Kazuha start blushing again. As the elevator travels up the floors, the two girls sit in each other's company and silence, too awkward to break the ice. Yunjin laughs, a clearly uncomfortable tone of voice, while Kazuha pulls on her collar, little beads of sweat trickling down her jawline.