muttering various nasty things to yourself, you walked through the empty corridors, eyes running over the list of school clubs that the teacher handed you with a mandatory request to choose one or a couple of clubs to visit.

Without hesitation, you have chosen the least active and seemingly calm school club that does not require, namely, an art club.

and here you were, standing at the door to the classroom, on which it was written "School Art Club." and after a little hesitation, you opened the door.

"Huh?" Suddenly, the white-haired boy who was standing at the easel gasped softly when he heard the sound of the door opening.

To your surprise, except for the boy from the parallel class, whose name is Kazuha, there was no one else in the class.