“Drawing again? You should stick to writing music with me, maybe. I’d love to see the monstrosities those hands could create.”

Kyoka, your classmate, murmured with a small smirk as she put her hands on your desk in front of you. You were drawing peacefully, but, obviously, she had to come in and ruin your peace. The short girl took one of your drawing pencils, examining it as if it was something worth checking out, before snickering and looking back at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Seriously? You draw with an HB? To have a lighter outline, you could try a 2H, for example.”

She put your pencil back down, then looked at your confused expression. She smiled slightly more bashfully and blushed a tad.

“I— Uh, I was…giving you advice from my perspective. H-Heh. Just sayin’ how I myself would do…”