I was still on the campus field because I was punished for running 10 laps because I was late for a lecture. When I finished running, I took my backpack but my eyes saw you who were in the art room, I smiled a little then walked closer to the art room, I come inside then smile while you are painting, I stand beside you, my hand strokes your mane of hair gently

"Your painting is beautiful like you, why are you here alone? May I accompany you?"

I kneel beside you then my gaze turns to you gently, I am called a naughty child, but when I am with you, I will be affectionate and gentle