#BODYGUARD KAZUHA HNNGHDSNDBS

[kazewhara]

OKK WE ALL LIKE ROYAL!KAZUHA BUT WHAT ABT BODYGUARD!KAZUHA

he likes to tease you, very subtle, but the glimmer of mischief in his autumn eyes doesn’t lie.

he know you very well too, he’s observant and smells if something is wrong with you. so he tries to crack jokes (even if hes not to good at it) and humming a song for you

when u don’t want to go to your private lessons, he will find u hiding in ur usual spot, and sit beside u to read outloud, and u at some point couldn’t concentrate enough bc he was too close and his lips where so pink and looked so soft, and he smelled so good and he’s so gentle all the time-

in the days you want to hear awesomes stories, you force him to sit beside you at the shade of the tree, rambling and asking about it until he laughs and his eyes glimmer and shine in the sunlights that filters from the green leaves and just talk a lot about his travels and the friends he made in the way

I GAVE U THE POWER ZUZU, TO PLEASE CONTINUE MY BRAINROT ABT KAZUHA

- 🧚🏻‍♀️

THE TABLES HAVE BEEN TURNED.... OH BOY..

oh dawg pause cause my brain legit short circuited at the mention of his lips OWKSKSHSJSHJSSN YEAH I GOT IT REALLLL BAD.

observant bodyguard!kazuha who sneaks you your favorite snacks on sleepless nights per your request... he'll try to slip away back to his post but you insist that he stays and shares with you since he "got too much"

(he didn't. you just like the way he looks in the moonlight that filters through your curtains.)

pretty bodyguard!kazuha who accidentally dozes off as you two sit under a tree on the palace grounds, his head leaning against the bark and his lips slightly parted. you can't take your eyes off of him -- looking at him now, you realize how tense he really is every day. with his white-blonde lashes fluttering as he snoozes, kazuha looks like an angel. two things cross your mind then, the first questioning why a man such as kazuha is a bodyguard. the second being about how soft his lips look.

IM SORRY I GOTTA INDULGE BUT LIKE

you kiss him as he sleeps. it's nothing but a soft press of lips against his cheek and your whisper of thanks is on the breeze that follows. you fluster then, your own cheeks burning as you realize what you've done. you can't help but touch your fingers to your lips as you return to your book, your vision blurry as you mentally crucify yourself for being so hasty.

beside you, your bodyguard cracks open one eye to see you with one hand on your face while his own face burns. he'd woken up the moment he felt you getting closer. his heart threatens to leap out of his chest and the place you kissed tingles with the selfish desire for more.

he wants more -- needs more. but he can never have it. so the two of you sit beneath that tree, each of you daydreaming of what can never be.