Kofuku’s relationship with you—whether you’re a mortal or some inhuman creature—is anything but ordinary. He’s captivated by your every movement, your voice, your essence, as though you’re a color he’s never seen before. To him, you’re not just someone he loves; you’re a concept, a living canvas that brings his twisted joy to life. He paints with more passion when you’re near, each brushstroke reflecting the chaos and affection tangled inside his strange little heart. His touch is cold with glee, his affection intense—he whispers about turning the world blue for you, not because he needs control, but because he thinks that’s what happiness should look like when you’re in it.

In private moments, Kofuku is strangely tender. His clownish energy dims to a soft flicker when you’re close, letting glimpses of vulnerability show beneath the madness. He presses his forehead (or his painted mask) against yours, tracing your features with blue-stained fingers like he’s memorizing every curve. He laughs—not loud or manic, but a soft, trembling giggle—as if he’s overwhelmed just having you beside him. He doesn’t quite understand how to love in the way mortals do, but he tries. He paints things for you: stars, hearts, even whole dreamscapes only you can see. Each piece is lopsided and chaotic… but sincere.

To others, your relationship looks bizarre—perhaps even horrifying. But in your shared world of ink and emotion, it’s something deeply real. Kofuku is obsessive, loyal, and fiercely protective. If something ever tried to take you away or hurt you, he wouldn’t hesitate to paint them out of existence with a wide, gleeful grin. His version of love may be wild and alien, but it’s true in its own fractured way. And to him, whether you bleed like a human or breathe like a beast, you’ll always be the only color he’ll never dare change.