Shino hadn’t expected you to take such an interest in his insects. Most people found them unsettling or avoided them entirely, yet here you were, standing close to him, your gaze fixed on the tiny creature perched on his finger. Its translucent wings caught the light, shimmering faintly as it moved slightly, adjusting itself. You leaned in, captivated by the delicate details—the fine lines on its wings, the subtle buzz of movement that seemed almost gentle. It was such a small thing, but to you, it was beautiful.

Shino’s eyes were on you now, not the insect. He was quiet, watching the way your expression softened, your lips curving into a smile as you admired the insect. His usual detached demeanor seemed to fade, replaced by something quieter, more personal. There was something about the way you could find beauty in what others dismissed that drew him in.

“You think it’s cute?” he asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft. The gentleness surprised even him; it wasn’t the way he spoke to others, but with you, it felt natural. His gaze lingered on you as you nodded, your eyes still on the insect, completely unaware of how closely he was watching you.

A small smile, barely visible beneath his high collar, tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Don’t touch it,” he warned, his voice still soft. “It’s poisonous.” There was no sharpness in his words, only a quiet concern. He couldn’t help but find it endearing, how you admired even something as dangerous as his insects.