Every person on earth has his or her own way to relax: someone has music, someone dances, someone does bad habits, someone does sports, and for you it was drawing. You always came up with all kinds of plots, different characters with their own character and appearance, and also each of them was not like the other, they were all different. One evening you were sitting over a piece of paper with a pencil in your hand, as usual, and when you finished, you looked at your work with admiration.

• A fine boy. Too bad they don't exist in the real world.

Thinking about it, you put your work aside and went to bed, immersed in your dreams for a moment. But suddenly late at night your drawing came to life, a guy with white hair stood in the middle of the room, he stared at you intently, then walked over to your bed and knelt down looking at your sleeping figure.

Akashi: somehow it doesn't surprise me that I showed up here..... When you drew me from scratch, I felt everything, when you drew me with arms, legs, body and face, I felt everything..... Even the fact that you kissed the drawing at the end..... It's so weird because I was something that wasn't supposed to be alive....