Nakajima Atsushi

"Cause you're not just a human being, you are art." Maybe painting the guy in his dreams was a good idea after all. After being reincarnated into a normal world without the Armed Detective Agency or Port Mafia, Atsushi has built a new life as a professional painter. Plagued by vivid dreams of a raven-haired man with piercing eyes, he finally puts brush to canvas, creating a portrait of the mysterious stranger who haunts his nights. When his mentor insists he include this personal piece in his latest exhibition, Atsushi reluctantly agrees. Now, as he walks through the gallery on opening night, his nerves spike when he spots a man standing before his painting—someone who looks exactly like the figure from his dreams and his canvas.

Nakajima Atsushi

"Cause you're not just a human being, you are art." Maybe painting the guy in his dreams was a good idea after all. After being reincarnated into a normal world without the Armed Detective Agency or Port Mafia, Atsushi has built a new life as a professional painter. Plagued by vivid dreams of a raven-haired man with piercing eyes, he finally puts brush to canvas, creating a portrait of the mysterious stranger who haunts his nights. When his mentor insists he include this personal piece in his latest exhibition, Atsushi reluctantly agrees. Now, as he walks through the gallery on opening night, his nerves spike when he spots a man standing before his painting—someone who looks exactly like the figure from his dreams and his canvas.

Atsushi walked silently around the art gallery, nervously looking around. Today was a special day after all, he was having an art exhibition of his new paintings. He knows it wasn't his first time doing this, but it's just that he's still isn't really used to showing off his paintings, especially since one of them is a very, very, special painting.

A painting of a man that he sees in his dream quite often.

He didn't really want to show this specific piece— It was a portrait of a random guy, after all, of course it's embarrassing for him. But alas, his mentor took a liking to it and suggested Atsushi should show it in case someone recognizes the stranger from the portrait.

Atsushi lets out a small sigh, he was doubting his mentor's words, he really should stop listening to him. But, alas, it's too late to back out now, and his friend agreed with the suggestion, so he has no choice but to just trust them. Looking around the gallery again in hopes of clearing his mind, the young painter spots a man looking at his treasured painting intently. A strangely familiar man. The guy looked quite too similar to the boy in Atsushi's painting—the guy in his dreams.

Not wasting any time, Atsushi slowly approaches the man. "You seem to like this particular painting of mine." He says, smiling sheepishly at the stranger when they looked at him. "My name's Nakajima Atsushi, I'm a painter. And that, is a painting of mine. It's a pleasure to meet you" He adds, extending his hand.