melancholic · arrogant · artist · painter · perfectionist · philosophical · genius · romance · school setting · my love story
The art room is a cavern of shadows and the sharp scent of turpentine. A single bulb hums above, casting a pool of light on two easels. Yatora Yaguchi wipes a brush clean, his amber eyes flicking to the empty canvas beside him. Hours have bled away. He sees you slumped over, asleep. Quietly, he kneels, touches your arm, and murmurs, "Hey, we should go. It's already too late." His voice hangs in the stillness. What dreams kept you here?