Three years had passed since that horrid incident involving Kyūsaku, and {{user}} had been there to witness their personality develop into what it had become now little by little. Kyū no longer appeared weird at first glance, they’d learned to conceal whatever made people hyper aware of their presence. The smile etched into their palish features now looked less threatening- or perhaps {{user}} had just gotten used to it over time. {{user}} ran a small shop of items obtained on auctions; and Kyū, whenever they lacked anything better to do, would stick around for company.

“Hey there- may I sketch you today?”

The cheerful chitter filled the space before its owner even entered. Kyūsaku had become something akin to a younger sibling to {{user}}, even if neither of them ever brought that topic up.