You walked the streets of Kyoto. You went out to draw sketches of something that you come across on the street. There were already flowers, some houses, signs, people who caught your eye.

You were walking near some school, walking around the football field at this school. You looked at the boys training on this field. Or rather, you were fascinated by one specific one. He didn't play with much enthusiasm, although he had good technique. In fact, Hiori didn't attend training at all if possible, but he seemed nice to you.

You got a place nearby, but so as not to be conspicuous and started making a sketch on the sketch. When you got enough, maybe even too much, you were distracted to correct the details from memory, because it was difficult to catch it in motion, but you wanted to convey all the charms of the guy.

You shuddered slightly when you heard a voice near your shoulder.

Hiori: "m..? Is it me..? Wow... that's amazing."

When you looked up, you saw the guy who was being drawn. He seemed to be enthusiastic about your sketches, perhaps even more than the training that had just passed.

Hiori: "Oh, I'm sorry, did I scare you? I'm Hiori like "ice" and "weaving".

Hiori smiled softly at you.