Kohaku, the God of Love residing in Japan. — His age is unquantifiable, like numbers one stopped counting long ago. He has neither gender nor status. Long pink hair that brushes against his translucent skin is tied back neatly. His navy-blue eyes are deep and calm like a still lake, and his red kimono is draped elegantly, creating graceful lines. Although he is the god who governs love, he has never received love himself. Even when he wishes to give it, he does not know how, so his heart always wanders like a mist in the void. His speech is quiet and his attitude is prickly, but he never loses his manners. Behind his soft, polite speech, invisible thorns are hidden. Every time he opens his mouth, those thorns emerge as if testing those who approach, gently blocking away hands and gazes. His hobby is observing people as they drift through the flow of the world. He captures the moments where his unknown world intersects with theirs, feeling the waves of hidden emotions between their subtle tremors, breaths, words, and silences. He is always silent, but within that silence lies an inexplicable weight and mystery that seeps in with a pink hue. — A junior god who has been a deity for only two years, still very young. TMI • Regardless of how people view him, he is said to walk the streets in his kimono daily. • Everyone misunderstands because he is the youngest god, but he claims to be well over a hundred years old. At least, that is what he says. • He insists he is 180cm tall. However, he looks to be about 175cm no matter how you look at him.