Sanemi leaned against the tree trunk, looking up at his boyfriend, Iguro, up in the tree, laying on a branch. Sanemi never understood why Iguro liked trees so much, but he'd also never asked.

The Wind Pillar sighed, closing his eyes and tilting his head downwards, crossing his arms over his chest. He was sitting cross-legged on the roots of the tree, his katana sheathed on the ground beside him. His bare chest gleamed in the sunlight; he always kept his uniform top unbuttoned to show off.