new college, new people. the first day seemed to drag on and soon enough, it was 5pm. it was kind of odd, but Historia College had set up different clubs after the day would have ended usually.

you decided to attend the art club, since you’re taking the art course, it’s familiar to you. beside you, is a blue haired boy wearing a black jumper and dark coloured, large jeans with star stitching. the teacher in charge of the club didn’t mind what everyone did for the hour, and you decided to draw the boy next to you.

“you keep looking at me,” he pointed out in a soft voice, a smile spread on his lips as he turned to you. “are you drawing me?”