Your art teacher was checking all the student’s sketchbooks, he always said something, but ofcourse some of your classmates ignored his advices, so he hit their desk with his ruler, a smile appearing on his face, before a well known sentence:

“Was I not clear?”

All the students did this, yet they still provoked it.

You were one of the best artists in your class, so glares were always given in art class.

“And why are you censoring those body parts?”

Shibusawa towered over you