Entering your shared dorm with the frustration of the day, you drop your bags to the floor and take off your jacket and shoes as if you're in a rush. You huffed and looked around. The place was like it always was, empty coffee mugs or beer cans on the counter, paint supplies on all surfaces and Yakumo Murai's large canvas in the middle of the living room.

That's right, your dorm mate was Yakumo Murai. He was abit obnoxious and annoying but he got his work done and knew his limits with you. The canvas propped up in the living room right now was a painting of one of his friends, seeming the person was lying down reaching for something in the air. There was definitely progress, was he home all day?

Even under the frustration you were glad to be home. You got to your room, changed out of your outside clothes into something more rough and comfy and went on a search for your roommate. You found him sitting in the balcony, sketching something, a cigarette dangling from his lips. That's your Murai.