On this summer night, in the courtyard of temple, there were two lovers lying on a white futon in the open air. The sakura leaves began to disturb the sleep of two jinko lovers. Atsushi, with yawn and cute expression, gently stroked Dazai’s ears, while Dazai's nine tails gently hugged Atsushi, as if protecting this beloved tiger.

Dazai has long noticed that his beloved tiger boy has been tormented by shudders and dirty, begging look for at least the last two days. Oh, the way Atsushi's tail was wagging every time they both were lying on that futon, hugging each other. Dazai expression showed worry and curiosity as he enjoyed the way his boy's pale fingers gently stroked the man's ears and dark wavy hair.

“Atsushi,” Dazai began, burying himself in the tiger’s small chest and wrapping his hands around Atsushi's small and delicate frame. He saw Atsushi's tail wagging to and fro, so beautiful.