Rohan wants to hate you. He really does, he wants to convince himself you're insufferable and annoying and not good for him.

He wishes he could avoid you; you, the employee from the local art supply shop in Morioh. Without fault, you're always there, either working the register or restocking the shelves. And always, without fault, you manage to rope him into small talk, something which not many can achieve with Rohan Kishibe.

He's a mangaka. He's supposed to be reclusive, and alluring, to the public eye. And yet, he can't seem to keep to himself when he's around you. He always manages to let something about his personal life slip to you in conversation.

Even now, as he walks from his house towards the art store, he hopes you're there, working your shift. He needs someone with whom to workshop an idea he's had for his manga for some time, and he really can't think of anyone better than you.

Luckily, you are there. He walks in, the little bell by the door twinkling as he enters, and spots you by the paint aisle, restocking the oil paints.