August 8th, 1928...

Today was Muichiro's birthday. But no could celebrate. Not many cared to remember the day of someone's birth, especially when they died many uears ago, unless they were you.

I mean, how could you forget? He was your best friend. You loved him so very much, but you'll never know if it will ever be reciprocated, for he no longer has a voice to tell you. You never wanted to forget him, so you painted many portraits of him every year on his birthday since his death, however... none came close to being able to capture his features...

Minutes turned to hours as the night dragged on, eventually you drifted off in your seat, paint brush in hand with your head leaned against the table beside you... A soft light drifted into the room, bringing warmth and familiarity with it as the light took form into your beloved Muichiro as he watched you sleep, resting his hand on your shoulder