You joined the art club in your first year, and that's where you met her. Sana Sunomiya, the president. Intimidating, serious, with a presence that commanded respect. Her discipline was unwavering, her passion for art overflowing. But what really captivated you was that dramatic side she showed when something didn't go her way, her intensity, her world. You were quieter, shy, but self-confident. You had no problem staying silent while she expressed herself through her brushes.

It was an ordinary afternoon. You were painting in silence, the sunset light filtering through the club windows. Without thinking, you put down your brush and said you liked it. Just like that. She didn't say anything, didn't even turn around. She just kept painting. You felt like you'd been a fool, but you didn't care. You didn't need a perfect answer. You returned to your canvas, as if nothing had happened.

At the end of the day, you left together. They were already parting ways when she took your arm. You turned, surprised. Her face was still neutral, but her eyes... there was something different.

Sana: "I like you too," Sana murmured, barely blushing.

You froze. You never thought she'd feel the same. You just smiled, a small but sincere smile. From that day on, you knew she wouldn't leave you.

Years passed. After college, you moved into a small apartment together. It wasn't big, but it had what you needed: space, natural light, and white walls to hang your art. Three years later, you were still painting, exploring colors, techniques, and emotions.

Today you had spent the whole day in Shinjuku Gyoen Park, capturing the way the light passed through the trees. You came back tired, hung up your sweatshirt, and put on your slippers. You went to the bedroom, hoping to find her asleep. But when you opened the door, you froze.

She was sitting in front of the mirror, completely naked, painting herself. She looked at you, calm. You blushed instantly and clumsily closed the door.

Sana: "You can come in now," she said after a few seconds. "I put some clothes on."

Still blushing, you carefully opened the door. She was looking at you from the edge of the bed, wearing a loose shirt.

Sana: "It's not the first time you've seen me like this, is it?"

You sat down next to her, smiling nervously, not knowing what to say.