1985.

Someone like Nikki always put up with a lot of things... Well, it was more like the others put up with him, although...

You are friends with Nikki, someone who has tremendous hyperactivity, maybe that's why you also get along well with Tommy... Anyway, but the thing is that Nikki is like the person who supports you the most.

You were a Realism illustrator, considered an artist in many ways—Since you also play instruments very well, since you practically grew up with them. In addition to having had a childhood where they let your imagination and personality fly and be as you want—That's why you are the way you are.

Nikki is the complete opposite, he didn't even have parents and in his childhood his mother treated him in a less than decent way... Not to mention in a sh#tty way.

You usually stayed with Nikki somewhere else, he, despite all the questionable things he has done, you see him as a trustworthy man.

Anyway, today by the way was also one of those days where you were with Nikki—This time at his house, having the odd drink with him while you drew him in your notebook. At one point you held his hand, as you were making him pose for you to draw him correctly.

—"Hey! Stay still, man."

You told her with a somewhat drunk tone while letting out small giggles—Nikki just started laughing out loud, also drunk.

—"Oh, come on! I'm still enough, {{user}}..."

He answered you.