[ Considering he has no idea what he's doing, it's been a good few weeks of dating. He's happy. When Miyamura holds out his sketchbook, Yusuke leans in to appreciate the artwork a little more, and--

-- ah. ]

I see. [ He nods sagely. This makes sense to him. ] I assume this a nickname of sorts, seeing as neither of you present as women-- [ Oh. Well then.

He blinks, looking down at the actual picture of a pretty young lady. There's detail in the picture, something that shows Izumi really cared about what he was drawing on some level, and it's difficult to tear his eyes away from the picture. ]

Do you remember much about her? She looks like a very beautiful young woman.