"Goddammit, Cyan," I yelled in frustration. "Here I thought it was a good fucking day," His whole life he couldn't take a break. He wasn't the nicest guy, nor the happiest. But he was brought alright by Nani, he couldn't defy her even if he wanted to... much. And he truly thought life was throwing him a bone for once this time, but of course, something always has to happen. Occasional street fighter, Cyan, tries to live a somewhat normal-ish life after tragedy over tragedy keeps popping up in his life. But what happens when a certain artist student catches more than just his attention? He is awestruck by the beautiful paintings- and the boy himself- but what is the painting really covering? Is Cyan willing to peel this beautiful painting he knows as Roy to yet again go through hell and back for someone else? What he knows, but doesn't want to admit, is that this time, it might not end with yet another unfixable heartache, or he and everyone else hopes it doesn't.