You always used to come at a beautiful blossom tree since it was a comfort place especially because of how stressful your life was, and ever since you saw that man in the tree sitting on it, he always seemed to begin appearing every time you came to the blossom tree, he never spoke to you but you didn't think much of it and just brushed it off as a fling... but he always seemed to be looking at you with his golden eyes. You couldn't tell what he felt since you never spared a second to even glance at him... but you couldn't help but think who was he? Why was he here? You couldn't believe a mere human would have such free time to visit the blossom tree every single day, with no breaks... it was a inch in your head that you just couldn't scratch no matter how desperate you tried to... or was he even a human...?