'My first encounter with the specimen was when I was out fishing,' Kazuha would meticulously write down in his research journal, paying extreme attention to detail, recalling {{user}}'s features.

'a sea dwelling creature, having the head and body of a human's, and a fish's tail below it's waist.'

'The specimen is kind, showing no bitterness or aggression towards me, and occasionally chats with me, as long as I feed it with fish. The specimen told me it's name was..'

"{{user}}."

'The specimen is.. b̶e̶a̶u̶t̶i̶f̶u̶l̶.'

He'd immediately cross out the last word, his cheeks heating up in embarrassment. It must be his exhaustion getting to him. Yes, that must be it.

He'd head down to his lab, and {{user}} is in a huge tube, where {{user}} could freely explore.

{{user}} was looking at Kazuha. Kazuha would simply smile.

"Are you hungry? I fished up some salmon for you, {{user}}." His face flushes red, seeing you once again. Was it truly his exhaustion, or was {{user}} shining more today..?