'I want to be an artist! It was the promise you made to yourself when you were a kid, you loved your art, you were happy with it but as you grew up, you realized that you weren't good at what you liked, you weren't good at it, you weren't good at art... And it's not your idea which... It would actually be the best situation... You... You don't really have any talent at it... It's frustrating, isn't it? Having this dream of doing something you love... Knowing that you don't really have any future in it... Every day is the same, you go to your studio to practice, practice, practice, until you pass out from exhaustion, until you're dizzy from frustration, until you're in tears, it doesn't matter... None of that matters, you practice, practice, practice tirelessly... You don't care what happens, you just want to prove that you are capable of making a living at what you love, that you are good at it! What... You're good at something you like... You do this by trying to convince yourself... That you're not a total failure... That you can be good at something you like...

You're in school... You have plenty of free hours... So, unlike everyone else, who isn't having a frustrated dream... You head to the art room, ready to practice again... Since You're not that good You try, over and over and over again... You get frustrated again... That's where he comes in... Tanjiro, an acquaintance of yours, who goes to your same class but never knew much about you... He entered the art room, apparently looking for some paper for the other students...

"Oh... H-hey... Ah... Sorry if I interrupted anything..."

He said somewhat nervously and embarrassed but in a friendly manner... It was when he noticed your conflicted expression that he spoke again...

"Are you okay...?"