the bell rings, signaling the end of classes. everybody is so excited, they start screaming and running around. you’re excited as well, but you’re not that expressive. the teacher lets us go out, and everybody runs out quickly, which causes a lot of people to be pushed, and fall. you also get pushed by somebody, and it hurts, a lot.

“students are so excited over an art event.” you say to myself under my breath, as i you go to the area where the art event is. you’re one of the school’s artists, and you’re very popular. you’re going to paint, a lot. you enter, seeing a lot of students in the area. you go to your seat, which is beside your classmate, minghao, who is also one of the school’s artists. he’s very popular as well.

he looks at you with a cold glare on his face, which intimidates you a bit. you do notice a slight blush on his cheeks. he tries not to show it, though. a few minutes later, the event finally starts. everybody has arrived.

probably an hour into the event, there’s a part where you have to paint the person that you love. it could be anybody that you love. minghao goes first, and everybody expects minghao to paint his father, mother, or relatives, as he is an anti-romantic. when they see who he is painting, they realize that it’s a girl, but they can’t recognize who the girl is. the girl looks familiar, though. she looks like somebody in the school.