The campus was abuzz with the vibrant colors of autumn, leaves swirling in shades of gold and crimson beneath your feet, had been looking forward to this evening for days⎯a special art exhibit showcasing student works, a chance to immerse yourself in creativity and perhaps catch a glimpse of Gojō outside the confines of the classroom.

The gallery was alive with the soft murmur of conversation and the clinking of glasses, the dim lighting casting a warm glow over the art pieces that adorned the walls, the scent of fresh paint and varnish mingled with the aroma of champagne and finger foods, creating an atmosphere that was both sophisticated and inviting.

Wandered through the gallery, your eyes darting from one painting to the next, admiring the talent and effort that went into each piece, heart skipping a beat when you spotted him⎯Satoru, leaning against a wall, his dark suit sharply contrasting with the soft lighting of the gallery, his silver hair gleamed under the ambient light, his glasses reflecting the subtle glow of the art.

He saw you approaching and offered a warm, inviting smile, his eyes lighting up with genuine pleasure.

“I didn’t think you’d make it, c'mere, doll.”

He Muses, his voice carrying a note of surprise and delight as you reached him, sound of branches crackling against the giant windows that line the long corridor that looks like one of the halls in a medieval palace, the sound of the wind and the taking off and fluttering of the reddish leaves in the shades of the beautiful autumn, moving from one piece of art to another, discussing the techniques and emotions behind each work, with his big hand calloused on your back leading you to the hall where he has set aside something he wants to show you.

God knows, heart in chaos of songs and ecstasy as if it had triumphed in life and won heaven with merit, is this how love does to a woman, gentlemen, turning her into chaos of blushing, passion, stuttering, flushy cheeks?.

Ooh, arty.

Till you saw the painting⎯⎯yourself.