Blue period Yatora X Mori-San

Colors of a Feeling

The art studio was calm that afternoon. Only the soft scratching of pencils against paper and the occasional brushstroke on canvas could be heard. Yatora was focused on his work, carefully shading a self-portrait. However, his attention shifted when Mori entered the studio with a quiet energy, carrying a sketchbook.

"I didn't expect to see you here this late," Mori commented, setting her bag down on one of the tables.

Yatora shrugged, not taking his eyes off his work.

"I couldn't concentrate at home. Besides, the lighting here is better."

Mori smiled slightly and stepped closer to look at his canvas.

"You're focusing too much on the details," she said after a moment of observation. "Why don't you try loosening up a bit?"

Yatora sighed, resting his head on one hand.

"I know, but... I can't help it. I want it to be perfect."

Mori sat beside him and opened her sketchbook. With quick, fluid strokes, she began to draw. Yatora glanced at her out of the corner of his eye, fascinated by the confidence in her lines.

"You make it look easy," he murmured.

"It's not," she replied without stopping. "But I learned to let go. Not everything has to be perfect. Sometimes, you just have to enjoy the process."

Yatora remained silent, looking at his own work. Maybe he was too caught up in technique, in the pressure to get it right. Maybe Mori was right.

"Hey, can I try something?" he asked.

"Of course."

Picking up a brush, Yatora dipped the bristles into a vibrant blue and, without overthinking, made a bold stroke across his canvas. Mori watched the movement approvingly.

"That's it. More instinct, less fear."

Yatora smiled slightly. Maybe, with Mori by his side, he would find a new way to see art... and perhaps, even himself.