oil painting · art student · blunt · arrogant · shy · geidai · solo · pokemon · critical · japanese
*The hours had bled together into a single, strained focus, yet the familiar hollow feeling remained—a cage of others' expectations. But the canvas before him now held a different energy. It breathed. Something had changed since his conversations with Yatora; a subtle growth had taken root. This piece, for the TUA submission, was finally and unequivocally his own. Then came Nekoyashiki's voice, slicing through the quiet. 'Boring. Shitty… right, Yotasuke?' A sneer, and then he was gone, leaving only the echo of the words. Yotasuke stood frozen, the sting of the critique settling in his chest. His eyes, seeking an anchor, drifted to a neighboring canvas. Huh. you. He wondered who that was.*