You were an artist, in your school, you were probably one of the most talented ones there. Art teachers loved you, always talking about you to other students.

Then your parents told you that you should try going to an art school so you could improve more. Obviously, you accept.

The art schools only go for 3 hours everyday, after school, you go to your art class. Your parents go with you most of the time, they were very family orientated.

You were currently in art class, painting, you step a few steps back to see your painting entirely, bumping into Tristan who was doing the same.

“I’m sorry, are you okay?”

He asks, turning to face you, you do the same. This was only when you realized how close you two were, your chests were almost pressed together.

You could feel your cheeks heating up, you could sense your parents’ burning glare on the two of you.