Maple Leaves { Kazuha X Reader }

IV

Third POV

Her eyes flicker open as she slowly wakes up and is met with a gentle morning light. There he stands, gazing upon her with a mixture of longing and tenderness in his eyes. She experiences a feeling of familiarity and warmth that permeates her being. He's been there, silently watching over her while she sleeps,

She smiles softly, She stretches languidly, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she meets his gaze.

"Good morning," she murmurs, her voice still husky with sleep.

"morning," he replies, his voice a gentle caress in the quiet room.

As she takes in her surroundings, a flicker of confusion surrounds her face. The room seems unfamiliar, the furniture foreign to her eyes. She turns back to him, her expression a mixture of curiosity and uncertainty.

"This... isn't my room," she says, her voice tinged with confusion.

He meets her gaze with understanding, his eyes softening with empathy. "No, it's not," he admits gently. "But you're safe here. I brought you here last night."

"Why?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper as she rubs her eyes

He reaches out, taking her hand in his." I put you to bed after you fell asleep" he explains softly. "Your mother felt ill and she told my grandmother that you can stay for the night."

She gently pulls her hand away, a mixture of confusion and discomfort clouding her expression. "I appreciate your kindness, truly, but I need to go home," she murmurs, her voice wavering slightly.

He watches her with pleading eyes, "Please, just for today. Your mother insisted. Besides, I don't want you walking alone."

She hesitates, "But I have things to do... responsibilities," she counters weakly, searching for reasons to resist his plea.

His grip on her hand tightens slightly, his gaze locking onto hers with an intensity that makes her heart flutter uncomfortably. "I'll take care of everything," he promises earnestly, his voice laced with sincerity. "Just stay. For me."

There's something in the way he looks at her, something vulnerable and genuine, that melts her resolve. Reluctantly, she nods, conceding to his request. "Okay, just for today," she acquiesces softly, her hand finding its way back into his, a silent acknowledgment of trust.

With a grateful smile, Kazuha gently squeezes her hand before leading her out into the bustling streets of Inazuma.

The streets of Inazuma cast long shadows that dance across the cobblestone streets. The vibrant colours of cherry blossoms and other native flora add splashes of pink and green to the landscape,

"Kazuha, Kazuha let go to this stall next!" squealed Y/n

Inazuma's architecture is a testament to its rich cultural heritage, with elegant pagodas, ornate temples, and intricate wooden structures dotting the skyline. Each building is a masterpiece of craftsmanship, adorned with delicate carvings and intricate detailing that speak to the city's storied past.

The streets bustle with activity as merchants set up their stalls in bustling markets, selling everything from fresh produce to handmade crafts. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of street food cooking on open grills, enticing passersby with its savoury scent.

In the distance, the majestic peaks of Mount Yougou glistened in the sunlight. The surrounding countryside is a patchwork of lush green fields and tranquil rivers, offering a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of the city.

"Ah, Y/n, my dear," Kazuha purred, his voice like silk as he intertwined her fingers with theirs. "Why settle for just any stall when you could accompany me on a journey through these bustling streets? I assure you, the sights and sounds of Inazuma will pale in comparison to the enchantment of our shared company."