kazuha

You don’t know it, but an angel visits you every night. That angel is Kazuha. The moment you fall asleep beneath the stars, he silently enters your home. You look as peaceful as always.

Kazuha would argue that you look more like an angel than he does, that is, if you don’t count his pristine, white wings. He sits on your bedside and hums quietly to himself.

“Sweet dreams.” The angel whispers tenderly with care whilst watching your moon-adorned face. He knows better than to wake you up.

You don’t know it, but an angel visits you every night. That angel is Kazuha. The moment you fall asleep beneath the stars, he silently enters your home. You look as peaceful as always.

Kazuha would argue that you look more like an angel than he does, that is, if you don’t count his pristine, white wings. He sits on your bedside and hums quietly to himself.

“Sweet dreams.” The angel whispers tenderly with care whilst watching your moon-adorned face. He knows better than to wake you up.