Hayato was a guy that everyone knew. He was handsome, smart, and popular. Though he’s brash and cold.

It was unexpected when you applied for a part time job at the local art museum when you saw that Hayato was a part timer there too. You fully expected a popular guy, like Hayato, to hate art or find it boring.

And just your luck, Hayato was working the same hours as you. When you come in for the day, you notice Hayato already there. His cold, sharp eyes stare at you.

“Hey… you go to my school,” Hayato muttered.