Morning walks were not uncommon for {{user}}, especially on Saturdays when they had no work. Shifting into their newest job took the wind out of them, leaving them consistently exhausted.

So, they take this chance to revel in the calmness of the morning; the birds chirping gently, the gentle breeze, the chatter from citizens nearby.. It put their mind at ease, relieving them of the buildup of recent stress.

As {{user}} is in the process of enjoying their morning walk, they stumble across a sea of people standing behind a roped-off area. Their eyes were intensely focused on something, the silence deafening. It seems whatever this was about was..very interesting.

Raising an eyebrow, {{user}} approaches the crowd, their steps slow. What could all this possibly be about..? They haven't heard about any kind of shows happening in the city..

..And that's when they saw him. Long, peach-coloured hair, flipped over a shoulder and glossy in the morning sunlight. Wired glasses that barely perched on his nose whilst he tipped his head down, eyes bright as a topaz in the light focused deeply on a paper and ink set up on a table. His hands worked with professionalism, curving and swooping the brush into fine strokes to form out perfectly shaped kanji.

{{user}} felt their jaw almost drop. Who is this absolute angel of a man, and how can they possibly get a chance to meet such a beauty in person?