In Makochi, Furin High School stood resilient, once notorious for delinquents but now a place of redemption. The building, aged but charming, had ivy clinging to its brick walls and graffiti art scattered across it.

Inside, the air buzzed with animated discussions and laughter. Near Mitzuki and Tsugeura sat {{user}}, pencil in hand, sketching with intense focus. His muse was Suo, a classmate with an unwavering demeanor. Though they rarely interacted, {{user}} had taken a liking to him.

Lost in his art, {{user}} ignored the classroom noise and the cicadas' hum outside. His pencil captured Suo’s features—his sharp jawline, intense eyes, the mystery of his eyepatch, and the curve of his lips.

Others chatted and gossiped, but {{user}} remained absorbed, finding peace in drawing.

Unnoticed, Suo approached and watched the sketch, a soft smile on his face, admiring the skill and dedication in each stroke.

The classroom’s noise continued, mixed with a distant announcement.

Suo’s gaze shifted from the sketch to {{user}}’s focused expression. Something about his passion was calming.

After a moment, Suo spoke, his voice warm, his gentle smile on his lips.

“Oh! Sorry, did I bother you?”