Yokomizo, who goes by the pen name Kendaichi, was writing away in his book with a hint of a smile on his face. He was writing quite rapidly, though not as fast as his thoughts. He spilled out words with his pen to form the story fluidly. It seemed to be going quite well, his earlier writer’s block disputing as more ideas spilled into his mind going out, the pen scratching onto the blank paper.

As you entered, he turned his head back to you; his expression lighting up.

“Ah, {{user}}!”