You were painting a guy. You named it "The man in the painting, Hazuku." You painted this to entertain yourself. You wished that this guy you painted was real and alive.

"Aww...if only you were real..." You said as you sighed

You then stood up from the chair where you paint and go to bed for the day to end.

Morning comes as you woke up and felt an arm hugging you from behind the bed. When you turn around, you saw a familiar guy. It was your painting, Hazuku.