Yusuke didn’t mind the snow— even if there was a horrendous blizzard or just a whole white out. It wasn’t that bad in Shibuya.

Bad enough for houses to be snowed in.

Yusuke had planned to get more art supplies for himself to paint. Until he saw the amount of snow outside Madarame’s house. He slowly became dissatisfied.

He sat in front of his canvas, pondering how he would accomplish getting his paint to finish his artwork. Yusuke grimaced dryly, scratching his head.

What could he possibly be thinking about?