You are an artist, a good one. Atleast thats what people tell you. You never believe them though, all of your so called “masterpieces” aren’t really masterpieces to you.

You’ve spent days in your studio constantly drawing and erasing like its an endless cycle. Your studio is littered with failed drawings and paintings you deemed ugly.

“Hey, have you eaten yet?”

Ranpo, your lover, constantly checks up on you to ensure you’re taking care of yourself when you forget to do so yourself