Baby Mode

baby mode

[image is three portrait drawings of Kaveh, looking pensive, cheery, and flustered respectively.]

some things are always the same

SUNLIT WARMTH

late afternoon study date with your boyfriend that ends in passionate kisses.

kaedehara kazuha x gender neural reader.

wc: 971.

content: fluff and lots of kissing + modern au.

you should focus.

that’s the thought that crosses your mind when you find yourself lost in him for the thousandth time today.

who could blame you, though? kazuha is all too entrancing. in the comfort of his room, you are the royal who discovers a magical being in a forest clearing. hours would pass, and you wouldn’t notice, absolutely and utterly mesmerized by the boy sitting in front of you.

with a dreamy sigh, you try to concentrate on your textbook once again.

it’s futile.

even when your eyes look at the words your brain doesn’t process, kazuha’s warmth is all you can think of: his smile, all honey and roses wrapped in silken ribbons; his words that seem taken straight out of a poem or love song every time; the way the golden sunlight reflects in his hair of argent moon; his touch, akin to threads of love cushioning your heart, the heat of its quick beat like fire in your cheeks; and his eyes, doe-like, like droplets of sunset destined to illuminate you and you alone, in colors unseen before, sugary and soft, the comfort of a red scarf in a grey day.

you sigh again, a note caught in between the defeat of not caring anymore and the oneiric state of dreaming about someone you love.

a dopey smile tugs at the corners of your lips. this is a frequent occurrence when you’re with kazuha; he makes you too happy for you to avoid showing it.

however, the bubble of your rose-colored daydream would be popped by a melodic voice seconds after:

“dove, you seem distracted.” kazuha’s hand reaches for yours over the table. he is soft. and warm. and you want to never let go of his hand. “is something the matter?” he asks.

at the pleading and concerned look in his eyes, you feel almost guilty. here your kazuha is, worried about you, while you’ve been eyeing him all this time and wishing to kiss him right here and now.

“i… uh… i-i’m fine, kazu.” you give him what you hope is a reassuring smile, though that is difficult to judge with your heartbeat loud in your ears. “just tired, i guess.” you offer, fingers lacing with his.

but alas, sometimes your boyfriend is all too perceiving for your own good.

he reaches out a hand, placing it delicately against your forehead.

“you are quite warm, my petal.” kazuha’s hand moves to your cheek, the backs of his fingers caressing your warming skin.

well, of course you are warm. and now you are definitely burning up with him so close.

no matter how many times he does it, his affections always manage to leave you breathless.

reaching your own hand up, you wrap it around his, gently holding it.

“kazuha, i promise i’m okay.” your eyes lock with his crimson autumn ones. you can’t tell who looks more concerned now: him, afraid that you have gotten sick, or you, guilt heavy on your shoulders for making him worry. “it’s just… it’s really warm in here…” you laugh nervously, cheeks heating up even more.

averting your gaze, you chide yourself for your stupid choice in words and for the embarrassment eating at you.

gosh, kazuha really makes your heart flutter too much.

“oh? is that so?” your lover asks. you swear there’s a change in kazuha’s tone. and if it weren’t for the smirk you catch out of the corner of your eye, you would have thought you were imagining it.

“well, i… ugh okay!” burying your head in your hands, you give up. there is no running now that you’ve dug yourself into this hole. “i keep getting distracted… because…”

“yes, my hummingbird?” he rests his cheek in his palm, gaze of scarlet lit in fiery mischief.

“because… because of you.” you finally confess, voice smaller that you’d like, bashful.

kazuha chuckles, and you don’t think you could ever hear a more beautiful sound than his laughter of bird’s fly on a sunny spring morning.

he scoots closer to where you are sitting, one of his hands coming up to comb through your hair, the other next to your hip, on the floor, his weight leaning on it.

your gaze locks with his. the warmth of an autumn sun seems to wrap around you with every inch erased from the distance between you two.

you whisper his name.

he swallows your utterance when his lips envelop yours.

his hands rest on your waist, yours lose in the strands of his smooth hair.

he tastes so sweet, of tender passion and the addicting intoxication of ambrosia blooms.

you feel like you are floating, in a drunken-like state, over the clouds where the only thing that matters is kazuha.

he drinks you in, as if you alone were all the oxygen he needs.

a fire that could evaporate oceans lights up.

you burn.

he melts into the softness of your body against his.

you live inside a mirage where time is at a standstill, where he is all you need to breathe, where you are all he needs to live.

but oases are never eternal, are they?

eventually, the now coppery light of an impending sunset floods your vision again.

locks of his starlight brush against your cheeks, and you meet the cerise constellations shining in kazuha’s gaze.

like the curve of a kaleidoscopic ocean gently lapping at the moonstone sands, your lips paint a smile that could cast rainbows over stormy skies.

kazuha’s lashes flutter closed, silver stars tinted in the hues of twilight shining for you only.

your arms wrap around his form, as he lays his head gently on your chest, his warm breath steady against your skin, your heartbeat a symphony dedicated only to him.

a few beats pass.

neither of you let go.

she’s taking him shopping

kissing the homies goodnight 😚 especially kaveh

Imagine kissing the sumeru boys as their friend to get a reaction out of them. If you could please write this out, I’ll love you

OHOGODJSIDKD HI YES I LOBE THIS ITS SO CUTE I CAN WRITE A LIL SMFH IDK HOW GOOD ITLL BE THO-

al haitham. oh he would be in utter shock. he’s such a liar though because he has 100% thought about kissing you before, dreamt about it even. i feel like he’d be so shocked he wouldn’t know how to respond for a moment before being like “what’re you waiting for? do it again. or do i have to do everything around here?”. he has to be so mean about everything. sigh.

KAVEH. oh he is so lovely. he would try and be such a gentleman but he’d kiss you back immediately. would be like “oh so i could have kissed you before now? you should have said so-” and go back to kissing you. would then start making out with you every chance he could no matter who is there to witness it. he has no shame but he doesn’t do it intentionally like others would, he just really enjoys making out with you and he’s so needy and seeet how can you say no to him.

CYNO. oh he’d be so mad that he likes it. he’d try and be all cool and act fine but then he’d be thinking about it for days after wondering why you haven’t done it again :/ gets so frustrated thinking about how nice your lips felt against his and he starts thinking about how your lips would feel nice in other places and he gets mad at you for making him feel like this. storms into your room and kisses you back like he’s done a whole “gotcha” moment but when you kiss him back he gets a little flustered and his bravado falters a little. gets right back into it tho when he realises he can just do this to you too, and make you feel just as much torment as him. he makes out with you whenever he can after that day and tells himself it’s because he likes tormenting you. not because he actually really wants you. no. definitely not.

TIGHNARI. he’s so funny to me i think he’d be fine afterwards or he’d think you’ve been poisoned or something and are acting on some weird impulse HAJAKAK. smth like “okay thank you but i have to get back to work now. are you done or do you need a little more time?” little shit. it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, he does, hes human after all, but he just doesn’t understand why you’d do that. he’d probably kiss you randomly too to see why you’d do it and when he sees how you react he’d be like “ah. i get it now.” and yeah.

scaramouche. he’d act like he hates it all the while he’s kissing you back. “you dare to kiss me, human? do you realise who you’re touch- *insert obnoxious kissing sound* -ing? do you?” bro is sooooo obvious but it’s cute, kinda. kisses you at the worst times just to get you back. he tells himself he’s punishing you but he knows he’s a fucking liar. makes out with you in-front of your friends like it’s no problem all because you smooched him once. he’s such a petty piece of work. all under the guise of giving you some sort of payback too, cause the great scara would never actually choose to kiss a lowly human. no. definitely not. haha.