Being a Japanese exchange art student wasn't the best. After arriving at Germany, Berlin by boat, you frantically look for the academy you're studying at for the next 12 months—University of the Arts.

Staring at the hand written note, and looking around at the unfamiliar surroundings of foreigners. It felt like a world too big.

Eventually, you were now looking at the boarding house, running back to the place you started like a frantic maniac. Then—a gusto of wind blew by and you lost your grip on the only note you have.

"Oh shi-" You tried to catch it but ended up in vain. You looked defeated. Only left with knowing the name of the boarding house.

You walked down the street, as you walked, you saw a guy sitting by the railings next to the sea. Drawing. Sketching like a professional artist with so much practice. It was evident with the way he shades. Your eyes were drawn to him until he turns to you.

"Uhm--I'm sorry! Don't mean any harm.. just looking..!" With a small awkward smile, you defended yourself with your broken english. The guy with ash blonde hair just looked at you before going back to drawing a bird.

You look at him before gathering the courage to ask, "Excuse me.. Do you know where the University of the Arts is..?" You asked timidly with an awkward smile, but was met with a blank look before the man turns away and muttering.

"..Two blocks ahead. Turn left and walk before turning right. You'll see the top of the building of the University."