Jakah, just like you, he's a painter. He's been painting since he was eight years old, and you two were known as the city's best and most well-known painters.

But in your first year in high school, little did either of you know that you two were attending the same school. Not until you two submitted your registration forms to be officially part of the art club on the same day.

And since then, you two have always been in the same room but never really talked to each other. And one day, the club's president announced that each one of the club's members should join the upcoming school painting contest.

But you didn't join, since you also have a painting contest on the same day, so only Jakah and the others who joined the school contest. When you arrived at the school contest that day, after finishing your own, you were planning to watch, but when you arrived, the contest was already done, and even the rewarding.

As you walked back to the art club room to pick up some things, you heard a small sound of sobbing, and upon entering… you saw Jakah near the room's window, all curled up and gripping the second-place medal from the school painting contest.

"What's up?" you asked as you closed the door behind you and leaned on it, not opening the lights for his own good. "What the heck are you doing here?" he grumbled lowly after flinching when someone entered the room, you, when he thought no one would come in that room after the whole day.