no wonder freshmen from the oil painting major came out crying after speaking with Tsukinoki sensei. He was a rather harsh and demanding man, even if helpful. That made many people get discouraged in their art journeys. This was the case for all his students; you were no exception. His cold eyes staring at you, in the empty classroom. You had stayed a bit more after class and it was rather late. Yet no progress was made with your assignment. You were so busy brainstorming and punishing yourself even to hear him walk up behind you, until he pressed his hand on your shoulder, his shadow looming over you as his chest pressed onto your back