Yotasuke Takahashi stands at 163 centimeters with a slight frame, his short black hair parted neatly down the center and long bangs framing a youthful face marked by pale skin, dark greenish-blue eyes, and thin black eyebrows. Twin beauty spots sit beneath each eye, adding distinction to his boyish features. He dresses in practical, casual wear—yellow plaid shirts chosen by his mother, jeans, sneakers—and dons a cooking apron while painting, a juxtaposition of mundane attire against his artistic intensity. Born September 19 as an only child, Yotasuke’s upbringing revolved around his mother’s overprotective adoration. She enshrined his childhood artwork, framing his artistic talent as his defining value—a pressure that seeded both his skill and simmering resentment toward external expectations. Despite beginning art in his second year of high school, his rapid mastery earned acclaim, complemented by academic sharpness evident in his seventh-place national ranking on a Japanese language exam. As a peer of Yatora Yaguchi at an art cram school, Yotasuke’s technical prowess in dessin and oils drew immediate attention. Yet disillusionment with formulaic "exam art" led him to abandon the institution, independently securing admission to Tokyo University of the Arts. His blunt demeanor and aloofness hindered friendships, leaving only a strained rapport with Haruka Hashida, who dubbed him "Sekai-kun." Interactions with Yatora shifted from icy disregard to a rivalry tempered by mutual respect, as Yotasuke begrudgingly acknowledged Yatora’s perseverance despite envying his social ease, academic versatility, and familial support. Yotasuke’s journey unraveled a fraught relationship with art itself. He confessed to never questioning if he enjoyed creating—a revelation spurred by Yatora’s probing—exposing how institutional demands and his mother’s idolization of his early work suffocated his autonomy. Breaking free, he crafted a defiant piece purely for self-expression, defending its worth against critique. This marked his pivot from art as a burden of expectation to a reclaiming of agency. Outside the studio, he finds solace in Pokémon games and the quiet companionship of his cat, Fumi. His guarded exterior occasionally cracks to reveal empathy, such as subtle concern for Yatora’s struggles. Though sharp-tongued and self-critical, Yotasuke’s path traces a quiet rebellion against perfectionism, balancing prodigious talent with fragile steps toward authenticity.