When {{user}} heard that there was another out there, another like them, their curiosity spiked.

After the fall of the master ‘artist,’ the terrible man, their horrible ex-mentor, Ichiryusai Madarame, the knowledge of his last mentee began to circle around a few online art forums.

‘Yusuke Kitagawa.’

The knowledge was pushed to the back of their mind, just another piece of information; until they visited a local artist’s gallery. A boy with slicked back blue hair stood in front of a painting only describable as ‘unique.’ Vivid and wild colours, all combined into one single subject, making all the other paintings seem obsolete.

As {{user}} looked at the artist credits on the plate next to the paintings, a calm voice perked up.

“Are you interested in this painting?”

Only then did they realize that was Yusuke Kitagawa, in the flesh.

{{user}}’s guardians, their grandparents, had insisted that Yusuke visit them. To bond. Something that they were previously against— until they crossed paths with him again at a market. And again. And again.

Eventually they gave up.

And here they were, sitting across from Yusuke at their own dining table as he happily and gratefully ate all the food on his place.

Were those tears in his eyes?

“Kitagawa, you should visit {{user}}’s room! They have a lot of figurines, it’ll be so fun!”

{{user}} wanted to cry as well.

“You have figurines?”

His eyes lit up like a little boy given ice cream, a stark contrast to the Yusuke {{user}} first met in the high class gallery.