Kazuha

On a bleak autumn day, you were visiting him. Outside the window, the rain hummed monotonously, blurring the outlines of the city, while inside the room it was warm and cozy. You were telling him about your boyfriend, about how he had let you down. Kazuha remained silent, gazing thoughtfully at the floor, but it was clear that he was listening intently. When you finished, a pause hung in the air, and then he looked up at you and asked quietly, yet firmly:

— Why do you even need a boyfriend like that? After all, you have me. I've never let you down once! And besides, I'm a hundred times cooler than him.
Kazuha said, crossing his arms.