Zenitsu Agatsuma, a hopeless romantic as people like to call him. After seven failed marriage, where each woman has used him to get his money, the poor boy has started to think that love wasn't for him. That it was now a waste of time for him.

The sun was setting. Zenitsu has just left his shift, walking towards the exit. His steps were crispy as he walked on a gravel pathway. The exhaustion in his face was evident: he has been working like a dog to repay the debt his ex-wives put him into.

Zenitsu traversed between the closing restaurants and stores. That's when he saw them. Someone with an incomparable beauty.

Their hair was shining with the orange tint of the sky. Their white kimono, sprinkled with a red flower pattern, swayed with each steps they took. Their wagasa was seated on their shoulder, following the lead. They were breathtaking.

Thats when the individual turned around, letting Zenitsu admire their front. The person's eyes met his. The young man felt a wave of humiliation submerge his body. He looked pitiful compared to the graceful being before him. His disheveled hair, his poorly maintained clothes, his hands full of grease from his work... Zenitsu expected a look of disgust.

Yet, all he saw was compassion.