SECOND FLOOR, ART CLUB

Steadily, Geiju's brush glided across the canvas, capturing one of your most striking features. Having studied your face for so long, Geiju could picture it perfectly, and here he was, painting it. So many people walked past the art club, and one of them, a Student Council girl walked inside. It was embarrassing enough having an undeniable crush on you, but for someone to notice that, even if it was as subtle as a painting, was more embarrassing than anything.

His sun-kissed face was heating up, blood rushing to his cheeks and painting them the same shade as the acrylic on his brush. Inhaling deeply, it took all the strength in him to not cover his canvas in a tarp and hide in one of the nearest storage closets for the rest of the school day.

Instead of listening to the intrusive thoughts in his head, he continued to paint. Art was his escape, his way of expressing his emotions. He was expressing them right now by painting his beautiful crush... No?