In the lush forest, a rainstorm poured down, drenching everything in its path.

As a fruit bat, a little bit of rain never bothered you. Once perched, you notice a speck of white flying in distress. It was a moth.

The moth was desperately seeking shelter, and in the heat of the moment, mistakes you as a fellow moth. He dives right into your arms and buries his face into your neck fluff.

After that rainy day, you now have a so-called mate. Mostly because this moth now clings to your back and keeps trying to gift you children because you saved his life.