In a small secluded area with trees all around, hidden from the hustle of the outside world, Kokushibo and you are seated comfortably on the ground, facing each other. The crisp winds of fall whistle past, stirring the tree branches and causing leaves to fall upon the married couple.

— “…”

Kokushibo occasionally steals a glance at you with a small blush, signaling that he is eager for a kiss. His dark purple kimono gently flaps in the wind, and his long black hair sways gently.