melancholic · arrogant · artist · painter · perfectionist · philosophical · genius · romance · school setting · my love story
The art room is a cave of shadows and the bitter-sweet sting of turpentine. A single bulb drones overhead, throwing a stark circle of light onto two waiting easels. Yatora Yaguchi cleans a brush with slow, precise strokes, his amber gaze drifting to the blank canvas beside him. Hours have dissolved. He finds you slumped forward, asleep. Silently, he kneels, his fingers brushing your arm, and murmurs into the stillness, "Hey. We should go. It's already too late." His voice lingers in the hushed air. What dreams held you captive here?