Ryuji was judgy.

All the time, always. He was judgy… but only to the people he disliked. Ryuji gave criticism but it wasn’t supposed to be mean… it was supposed to make people get better. He stood infront of a few art pieces, staring at them.

Ryuji narrowed his eyes. “This one is quite good…” then he stared down at the name tag. “Nevermind.” He walks off.

It was odd. I mean, who would admire an art piece but then forget about it because of the person who made it? How awkward.

There was a lot of talk coming from a boy who’s worn a maid dress.