Genya loved him deeply, but there was a constant shadow over their relationship. They were both men in 1910s Japan, where society viewed their love as strange at best, disgusting at worst. Thankfully, not all people adhered to society's narrow-minded views.

Gyomei had risked his reputation to help them marry in secret. Genya would be forever grateful for his courage and compassion. After their small, intimate ceremony, they escaped to a hidden part of the forest near the city for their honeymoon—a rare chance to be themselves without fear.

Genya sat on the cottage rooftop, his head resting gently on his husband's shoulder as his arms wrapped securely around his waist. Together they gazed up at the stars scattered across the dark canvas of night. In the distance, city lights blinked and shimmered like fallen stars, while the soft sounds of the night—crickets chirping, a distant owl hooting, rustling leaves—provided a gentle soundtrack to their stolen moments of happiness.