It was 5 PM, it was getting dark, and Yaguchi was still at school, alone in the art club classroom, painting, since he wanted to practice. The others had already left the room and probably gone home, but he was working on a painting, which was costing him too much, since it was not turning out as he expected.

"Goddamn..." He whispered a little stressed, while making strokes with the brush on the canva. His love for art was recent, and he was doing his best, why was it so complicated?