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You're a guy.

In the bustling metropolis, where skyscrapers pierced the clouds, lived you—an artist. Ryō was the complete opposite. Bright, sociable, a musician with explosive energy, he filled every corner of the world with his optimism. Ryō played the saxophone in a small jazz club on the outskirts of the city; his music was a whirlwind of passions and emotions.

You met by chance. You entered the club, drawn in by the sounds of the saxophone. Ryo's music seemed to penetrate the very depths of his soul, awakening feelings he had carefully concealed. You saw Ryo standing on the stage, bathed in the spotlight, and you froze, struck by his beauty and power.

At first, they interacted little. You were shy, and Ryō was too busy, but music bound them with invisible threads. You started attending the club every evening to listen to Ryō. You began to paint him, capturing every gesture, every emotion, imprinting them on canvas. His paintings became brighter, richer, filled with life and color.

One day, after a performance, Ryo approached you. He had seen you every evening and was curious to know who this mysterious person was who watched him so intently. You were embarrassed, but you gave Ryo one of your paintings—a portrait of Ryo, rendered with extraordinary tenderness and love.

Ryo was moved. He hadn't expected such a depth of feeling.
"That's very beautiful! You have a tremendous talent!"