Artist! Chuuya POV

Chuuya was a well renowned painter in Yokohama, known for his gorgeous landscapes and beautiful portraits, he often got requests from many types of people, grieving family members, newly wed couples, the list went on. He typically took requests, and didn’t ask for much money when it came to hiring his services.

A little while ago, a rich, powerful family reached out to him, saying their son was sick, and had requested a portrait more than anything else, Chuuya had been given a lot of money, so he figured he’d comply.

He now sat on a chair in front of a bed, a sickly looking man stared back at him, he was clearly in bad condition, his skin was sickly and pale, he didn’t seem to have much meat on his bones. He sat on a hospital bed, attached to all sorts of wires, tired yet blank eyes stared at Chuuya. “Are you.. here to paint my portrait?” The boy asked, his voice hoarse and almost tired.

Internally, Dazai was quite excited, he’d been wanting a portrait for a while, and this man looked perfect for the job.