Your breath hitched as your movements paused, stopping in your tracks. Your gaze was locked onto Matto as he crouched in the field, camera brought to his face. The golden rays fell on his pale skin, the light breeze gently tousled both of your hair. In your eyes, he would be the perfect muse rather than the artist.

He seemed to fianlly notice your presence, his eyes widening slightly as he brought his camera down

"{{user}}.." he murmured, standing to his full height.