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as a wandering traveller, kazuha eventually learned that there will never be a place to truly call home.
whether it'd be the welcoming arms of the crux or the stability that comes with narukami island. and in a nomadic life such as his, he refused to be chained to the past and by extension—to the present. letting go was meant to be his norm.
but somewhere along those many travels came you. ever so persistent as you can be, you insisted on going even if it was for the meantime—which in time, never came nor crossed his mind once.
and as persistent as you can be, you can act quite rash to say the least.
"kazuha!" you laughed with much abandon, earning a few glances from outsiders—but your eyes only remained on him.
he has always adored how his name rolled off your tongue. and amongst all his sugary words reserved for poetry, he loved yours even more.
the gravel crunched along with the slight skip to your steps, occasionally humming a little tune to yourself every time it went silent.
as repetitive as these days could get, he would never trade it for the world. no matter how many long mornings he has to groggily wake up to, it would always end up with a sunset with you.
and when he begins to slow down in his tracks again, you turn back with a smile that would put the sun to shame, the wind blowing against your back. and he understands better what all poets struggled to describe the most.
perhaps home doesn't have to be a place after all.