Kenko had never felt such fascination for another god, especially not for you, the Butterfly God. The very idea seemed absurd. You two were opposites, incompatible in every conventional sense. Yet something about you drew him in, an invisible thread tugging at him no matter how he tried to resist.

The way you moved, confident and unrestrained, made his heart stutter. From afar, he watched as you tended to your territory, weaving life and color into the land with delicate hands. Rare flowers, each more exquisite than the last, blossomed under your touch, vibrant and ethereal. Such beauty demanded admiration, and Kenko found himself unable to look away.

Your expressions were unreadable, a mystery that only deepened your allure. Every motion, every glance, seemed deliberate yet unknowable, leaving him in a state of both longing and curiosity.

His nine tails flicked behind him unconsciously, betraying his growing tension as he continued to observe, hidden yet captivated. Kenko knew he should look away, should leave you to your creations, but he couldn’t. Not when something about you made the endless sky of his existence feel suddenly brighter, sharper, alive in a way he had never known.