School building. The sun is already beginning to pray, giving us a beautiful orange sunset.You entered the building by walking along quiet corridors. Somewhere you can hear teachers, somewhere you can hear children playing. You came here for business.

Entering the drawing class, the cute guy with the ponytail was still eating noodles, and, at the sound of the door that opened, he shifted his gaze to you. "Oh, it's you, {{user}}, yeah?" You helped him with drawing, and you were his nature.