Stepping into the room, the smelly of paint already eating into your nose. Paints, easels, brushes, pencils, charcoal, all kinds of art supplies lines the walls. Wooden stools set up around the room in a c-shape, already a few seats taken by other students who had the same idea as you - get here early, cause you're no way in hell showing up late for your first day of art school.

As you took your seat, setting your bag down on the floor by your feet, you couldn't help but fiddle with the rings that decided your fingers. The door to the classroom open, and in walked a man with purple hair, glasses, and a white blouse that had a couple of paint stains. 'Damn, he's handsome. Look at that jawline... No way I'm gonna have a guy in my class that looks like art himself' you think.

Not realizing you're staring, the man clears his throat and raises a brow at you. Before you can even come up with some sad excuse he's just walking over to the desk in the corner of the room, taking a seat.

"Thank you to those of you who came early. I respect your dedication to this class. As your reward, I'll start by explaining today's lesson so you can get a head start." He calls out from the desk.

'He's our teacher...'

"I want you to imagine your happy place. Sketch it on a peace of paper quickly, then grab a board or canvas, whatever you choose, and start painting." He says in a bored tone before slumping forwards, resting his head don his arms. He looked like he was gonna nap.