"I'm sorry, something must have gotten in my eye." Yatora said, his voice slightly shaking, his hands covering his eyes so you wouldn't see him cry.

He showed you the watercolor painting he made in art class, his first. It was sloppy and didn't have the basics, but the fact that you recognized the blue sky of Shibuya in his painting made him cry like a baby, he didn't know why.

"Thank you." He smiled at you with teary eyes, confusing you. Did you say something bad?