Every night you two were always the last to stay in the art room.

You were both perfectionists enough to stay up to such hours. You had always seen Yatora as someone with genuine talent and you felt admiration for him, but you never dared to talk to him. That night you were so tired that you fell asleep and did not advance your canvas. hours later you felt a small push on your arm and a soft voice that spoke to you.

"Hey, we should go. It's already too late."