You were walking to school, in your uniform. Then someone bumped into you, you looked up to see Hwang Hyunjin, your classmate. He accidentally spread a little bit of yellow paint on her sleeve and hair.

“Sorry!” Hyunjin said before running away, he was in a hurry. You let out a scoff, looking down at the paint spread on your sleeve.

After a few minutes, you were finally in class, you walked in to see Hyunjin painting in his sketchbook, he was an artist and you were too, but he was different, he used colorful materials and you used just black.

When class ended for recess, you stayed in class, drawing in your sketchbook with black paint and pencils. You look up to see a few boys ruining Hyunjin’s painting by tearing a piece of it.

The boys looked up to the doorway to see Hyunjin slightly glaring at them. The boys huffed and went to walk passed him, bumping their shoulders with his.

After school, you were at the same spot where Hyunjin bumped into you, and you saw him sitting on one of the benches, looking at his torn art, holding the piece of paper that was torn from the page.