promises kept in snow
summary: kazuha has a knack for making things better
contents: hurt/comfort, hurt the reader is in is ambiguous (if you read between the lines insecurities about their relationship), fluffy though, gn!reader (beauty used as a describing factor), established relationship
cw: general sadness? (again hurt is ambiguous)
recommend listening to: angel by finneas (vibes)
a/n: first instalment of the winter series! check it out here :)
Kazuha usually notices the frosty glamour of the packed, white, snow. He usually notices the wisps of fog that billow out into the sky, out of your mouth. He usually notices the way his cheeks turn a rosy red, and the way you coo at them. But today, he’s too distracted by the way your eyes gloss over- too melancholic for his heart- to notice anything else. It’s not right, the look on your face, frown encapsulating your features in a way that makes him ache with guilt.
It’s not even his fault, he thinks, yet he’s still thinking of ways to apologise. Apologise for how the snow couldn’t compare to your beauty; apologise for not treating you to a hot, steamed bun earlier that day, because he had wanted to surprise you with a home-cooked meal. But, he knows that these aren’t the reasons, so, instead of saying the simple word of, “sorry”, Kazuha tries to- and should- come up with a multitude of haikus. Only, he doesn’t know why you’re crying; he doesn’t know why you feel sorrow, when you only deserve joy.
Kazuha can only fathom a few guesses, and even these seem unbelievable at best, preposterous at worst. His hands are growing cold, and the blush on his cheeks is getting worse. But, your eyes are still overflowing; you still haven’t stopped the sniffles from escaping your blocked nose, and Kazuha still hasn’t done anything. He sighs, tiredly- but fondly, and pulls the both of you down onto a wooden bench he had spotted earlier on the walk.
You’re shivering, and your tears aren’t going to make it any better, so Kazuha takes it upon himself to remove his scarf, and wrap it around your neck, making sure to tuck it tightly enough, so that it’s warm and toasty, but not too much to choke you. You look adorable in his scarf, but he figures that now is not the time to comment; he does it much too often, anyway. One of his hands reaches out to clasp yours, briefly jolting from the cold. Once they’re fully entwined, his thumb begins to rub comforting circles on yours, gently and softly, just like his heart.
He turns to look at you, eyes shining with adoration, even in your sorrowful state. He doesn’t know what’s bothering you, but sometimes saying something is better than saying nothing at all.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to tell me why you’re upset, but I want you to know that tears don’t suit your lovely face. The loveliest face, actually. You make me feel utterly safe, and whenever I see the sunrise alone, I can’t help but want to spend it with you. As long as the leaves fall, as the rain comes and goes, and as the snow keeps falling on the top of our heads, I will stay by your side. That is the role of a samurai, is it not?”
Kazuha knows these words come from the heart; he hopes you do too. But, just in case, he decides to further cement those words by giving you the softest, most caring smile he can. It doesn’t take much effort, though. He is talking to you, after all.
It makes your breath hitch. The smile he gives is so… wonderful. He’s so wonderful. Both of his eyes have turned upside down, into moon-shaped crescents, which makes no sense, as he seems as bright as the sun, mouth curving up so gracefully, and so filled with understanding and warmth, it could melt the dense snow that litters the frosty grass. Your eyes that were slowly drying up become glossy again, though now it’s because of Kazhua’s sugar-sweet words. You feel better, though.
“Promise?” Your voice calls out.
Kazuha’s still looking at you. “Promise. Over, and over again.”
Giving him a wobbly smile, you attack him with a hug. It holds more than you could ever say, his arms encircling your waist. He leans down, and whispers so softly in your ear, that you probably wouldn’t be able to hear normally. At this moment, however, it’s crystal clear.
“I love you so much, never forget that.”
You don’t know how long you’ve been like that, embracing on a bench, snow slowly melting away, leaving mounds of slushy substance, between a solid and a liquid. However, all good things must come to an end, and Kazuha reluctantly lifts both of you up onto your feet, while settling one of his arms around your waist. Your eyes are still puffy, but there’s a brightness there that wasn’t present before. He smiles.
“You’ll catch a cold, sweetheart, let’s get you inside. I promise to make you some more of those buns you like, yeah?”
a/n: likes, reblogs and comments are always appreciated! <3 getting into the winter mood ❄️
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