It's shit—your current situation. You can't draw. Your hands are moving yet you can't picture anything out. Your mind is bearing so much that you can't even do things that you like. You watch over your classmate—Kazuha, as he gracefully draws. A smile on his face.

You miss that feeling. Having fun in creating—not to feel like it's a chore. You watched him as his canvas gets filled with lines and colors, as yours stayed blank.

He turned back to look at you, smiling. "Done with yours?"