Kazuha was in the poetry club while you were in the painting club; you both met through an arts showcase that the university has every month, where all of the art clubs mingle.

He was the only one that approached your booth— the only one who stopped by to have a chat while others ignored your booth.

"How could they avoid your booth?" Kazuha states, admiring the abstract blobs of color on your canvas, long, pale tresses framing his face. "They just don't know how to appreciate true art."