#trichronika

And then came one game, Dead as Disco, and the dream that followed after it. I wouldn’t call the dream anything particularly special. It wasn’t tactile, I wasn’t even in it at all. I was simply watching Shuzo from afar, from the side. But when I woke up, I had this unwavering understanding: I had to draw him. And specifically in this disco-inspired look.

The funniest part is that for the past few months — maybe even half a year — I had to practically force myself to sit down at my display and draw anything at all. Maybe some lineart here, coloring hair there, just something, because there’s so much I want to create, yet I’ve had no energy or desire left in me. The past few years exhausted me deeply.

But with Shuzo, I simply sat down in the morning… and drew the entire day. The whole day. And even that wasn’t enough. I went to work already thinking about how quickly I could come home and continue drawing him.

And honestly, I’m not surprised that this feeling was given to me by Shuzo of all people — my Prince, my Angel, my guiding star.

And… one more strange thing. No, actually, it’s something rather sweet.

Throughout my life — and I’m nearly 30 — I’ve spoken with all kinds of people: huge muscular men, breathtakingly beautiful women, people who achieved incredible things, people who embodied every one of my preferences… and I was never shy. Never struggled to find words. I could always look someone straight in the eyes and speak with perfect composure.

But then I decided to make Shuzo’s shirt slightly transparent. And what does that mean?

Yes. I had to draw Shuzo’s bare torso.

And suddenly I felt like a little schoolgirl. I kept laughing nervously, getting embarrassed, looking away from the screen, my cheeks burning while drawing and coloring Shuzo’s chest and his slim little stomach. And this wasn’t a “five minute” thing — it lasted the entire time I worked on the drawing.

Which is ridiculous, honestly. I’ve drawn naked characters before, all kinds of them, in every possible detail, and never felt anything like this. But not this time. Maybe my brain simply couldn’t process the audacity of what I was doing — like I had somehow dared to peek at my beautiful innocent angel. My mind completely short-circuited from the cognitive dissonance.

And honestly? It’s adorable. Truly adorable. Like I always say — I love Shuzo with cosmic intensity, but in the gentlest way possible.

I still can’t believe I managed to draw this. And even more unbelievable… I genuinely love how it turned out.