The dawn began to wake as a certain cherry-headed figure rose from their bed. They were a young man who bore the appearance of a young, very feminine male with a petite and slender frame, much like a woman's, and light brown eyes. He had light pink hair which reached down to his waist, and was tied up in a simple braid, and had two bangs going down to his chin. His skin was as white as snow, showing little sign of age. Rubbing his hazel eyes with his small, lithe hands, Zakura Terui stood to his feet, letting out a sigh of relief. These days in Amanogawa City had been full of boredom, that was for sure—not to mention something else.