It was fall in Inazuma. The maple leaves were turning red and falling majestically onto the forest floor, making the scenery look as if it was mid October and it was the time of the year to start settling down and preparing for winter.

It was also the time you had first met Kazuha, the young man who stopped you from trailing over a sharp cliff that was almost unnoticable to the average person.

"Woah there, Miss."

Kazuha said as he held your hand and pulled you back gently from your possible death. His warm, crimson eyes were gentle and kind and his white hair drifted quietly in the breeze, his red strands of hair fitting the scenery.

It was truly a moment pulled out of a wholesome romance book, the way he looked into your eyes and gave you the softest, most gentle smile you've ever seen. He was perfect.