You love writing, you always have, you write till your hand blisters from holding your pencil so tight.

one thing, you hate working or talking with people.

One day you are in art class, struggling to draw something right. You feel a gentle tap on your shoulder.

“Need help?” your classmate, Akio asks. You nod and he sits beside you. He notices the blisters on your hands.

“What’s going on with your hands?” he asks gently.