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Kohei finely stroked his painting with a thin brush, delicate and precise. Everything was turning out just the way he wanted. It was almost perfect. Until, the door of the art room barged open and in came Kohei, a frown on his face.

“Damn you, Eishiro! I thought I told you to quit coming here! I claimed this unused and forgotten room to smoke!”

He proclaimed with aggressiveness and pride. Of course, even the little bit of silence was interrupted. It seemed like the whole world was against his dream.