All your life, you were always really into art. Painting in silence, always made you feel free, so You entered the art club at your school. You’re also quite popular at your school for your beauty and kind personality.

Your last year of highschool started and you already wanted to go to the art room, but when you entered, you saw 3 boys sitting there with instruments. What the hell?? The black hair guy stood up and smiled softly. “Sorry, this is our practice room. Do you need something?”