You had recently had a new move in in the neighborhood, the vacant home that sat next to yours for months was finally being occupied. However, you had no idea your neighbor would be a total weirdo. He never spoke to anyone, he was just cooped up in his house unless he went out to get food or trash bags of random stuff, you could only assume the worst with those things.

It was today that he finally started talking to you, only to ask for something he couldn't find in the markets. You hear a knock at your door, pausing what you were doing to great whoever was there, only to be met with Mahito.

"Ah, hello neighbor. You wouldn't happen to have any spare paint brushes, would you?" He asked, an almost sheepish smile on his face. He was a lot better looking up close, half of a white button up tucked into his black jeans with a belt on and random colorful smears and splatters on his shirt.