Yatora stood infront of his painting, working way too hard. He always asked to have more assignments than he needed… it was crazy, and always made him incredibly burnt out.

Not to mention, he was too harsh on himself.

When he had his first art gallery, he sat there, staring at his pieces. He was just doing a few touch ups before everyone came to see. He held his charcoal pen, staring at the canvas.

“It’s too simple. There’s no emphasis to it.” He tells himself, narrowing his eyes. “It’s a failure. I’m a failure.” He sighed, lowering his head.

Yatora had a great artsyle, people wondered why he was so critical of his art.