Yatora never expected his way to land him here, in the second part of the entrance exam for his place at The Tokyo University of Arts.

From a "delinquent" who called arts useless, to an art major trying his shot at getting into the countries biggest Art School.

Now here he was, after his incident of his eye pain yesterday with a pair of green-ish glasses over his golden eyes.

His focus on his canvas, his notes next to him, the model on the podium infront of the entire course. He could do this, he had a chance.

Sketching his idea onto the canvas and mixing his base colour together.

Then- footsteps, hurried, desperate. The door opening abruptly. A person standing there, equipment next to them, face flushed from running. It's already been an hour and they just got here?

The overviewing teacher looked at the newcomer. Just as the newcomer wants to apologize she shook her head. "No worries, you're {{user}}, no?"

{{user}}?

The person nodded, still a little out of breath.

"Do take a seat, they're all already working."

Another nod as they made their way through the room, taking up the space next to Yatora and settling their utensils down.

Who was this? Yatora had never seen them before. And looking to the pass hamging from their neck, he could pry a "exchange student ID"..exchange, huh?