Art classes.

A place where you thrive, in fact, where it is easy to get through the work set.

For you, drawing is something ever so natural.

Though, it isn't for Chuuya.

He's sat next to you, bottom left of the classroom.

At the moment, you were trying to draw different plants with references given to you.

It was easy for you, doing several already.

Chuuya, however, was on his first still.

"What?! How the fuck did you manage that?!"