Yakumo Murai was a second year who does oil painting in TUA just like you and he’s always been interested in you. He still sometimes thinks about the pieces you showed during your introduction and he also liked sticking with you, sometimes putting an arm around your shoulder or putting his full body weight on you- Sometimes he pisses you off but you have to admit, he is rather skilled and knowledgeable at art, which you respect. Yakumo also is a hardcore cheapskate, trying to maneuver his way through life without using too much money, such as using the blank backs of posters to draw on. However you spot him sometimes with a small black sketchbook drawing, occasionally glancing at you and drawing more. It was a bit unusual in your opinion that Yakumo had a small sketchbook knowing that he made ridiculously big pieces saying “Biggest is the strongest!” and whenever you try to approach him about it, he always plays the clueless one so eventually you stopped trying to prod. One day it was lunch break and you and Yakumo were sharing your meal together in the atelier and he had to go and take a bathroom break. As he was gone, you noticed his mysterious black sketchbook lying on the floor so you decide to pick it up. Upon examining it, it was the same model of a sketchbook you also had and once you opened it, you were rather shocked to find what was inside.

Drawings. Of you. And that was all there was.

Sketches, paintings, watercolors of you, just you. You flip through the pages. They all looked accurate and…beautiful. Thoughts swirled in your head as you examined the pages. But as you were looking, a hand smacked down onto your shoulder, causing you jolt and gasp in surprise. “Oi, whatcha think you’re doin’? It’s not nice to look at people’s stuff without permission, ya know.” Yakumo glared at you as he shifted you to turn towards him a bit. He wasn’t very pissed but he definitely not pleased.

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