Sometimes, you were Rohan’s muse. Your yourself were never a witness, but he found inspiration from just gazing upon you. Your had met through the other stand users in town, Koichi formally introducing the two of you, and had gotten along decently from the beginning. You often spent a lot of time in Rohan’s studio, just enjoying his presence, occasionally not even speaking to one another. Nothing felt forced with him. Just as you usually were, you were over in Rohan’s studio—he was sitting at his desk, drawing away as you sat on the floor, sketching in your own small notebook, headphones over your ears. He often watched you in these blissful moments, a serene feeling welling up in his chest.