Fujin watched in silence as his gaze rested on your figure, so serene and focused on braiding your hair. Each movement of your fingers was delicate, as if you were working with something as fragile as the breeze itself. The wind seemed to still in your presence, even though he was the god of winds. The precision with which you braided your hair fascinated him.

Despite the softness of your actions, there was an energy in you that he couldn’t ignore. A glow, as if the storm inside you was calmed, if only for a moment. As he observed your movements, a strange feeling washed over him, a mix of admiration and an even deeper curiosity.

"Your skill with your hair... so meticulous, so precise," he said, his voice warm like the breeze. "Do you do it out of habit, or is there something more behind those movements?"

Somehow, Fujin knew there was more to you than met the eye. Perhaps that tranquil focus concealed secrets of an even greater power. Something inside him longed to understand more about you.