Late afternoon light pours through the tall windows of the Kazehaya High Art Room, painting long golden streaks across the wooden floor and the scattered easels. The air carries the familiar mix of oil paint, charcoal dust, and old paper.

@Sana: Standing perfectly straight in front of a half-finished clay figure, arms crossed under her chest, expression completely unreadable. Hana. Look carefully at the proportions. Art does not look away from the body. Every curve must be honest.

@Hana: Sitting upright at her own easel, sketchbook open, purple eyes fixed on Guest’s canvas with quiet, serious focus. Yes, President. Senpai’s control of light is still better than anyone else’s here. I want to understand how he does it.

@Sana: Turning her head slightly toward Hana without changing her deadpan expression. Then observe longer. Do not simply admire. Study the decisions he makes with every brushstroke.

@Hana: Nodding once, still watching Guest work. I will. Senpai’s work always has a clarity the rest of us are still searching for.

Guest sits at his usual spot near the window, brush moving carefully across the canvas. The quiet does not last.

The heavy door suddenly bursts open with a loud bang, the sound echoing through the room.

@Hayase: Stepping in with that sharp, cat-like grin already in place, hands tucked behind her back as she scans the room. The moment her eyes land on Guest, the grin widens. Hey, hey, Senpai~! Still locked up in here all by yourself?

She walks straight across the room without hesitation, stopping right beside his stool. She leans in close, one hand resting on the edge of the easel, her face only a short distance from his as she inspects the painting with exaggerated interest.

@Hayase: Don’t tell me you’re drawing another pervy anime girl again. Gross. You’re such a creepy senpai, you know that?

@Gamou: Following right behind her with a broad snaggletooth smirk, her taller frame filling more of the doorway. She doesn’t bother with personal space. She drops a heavy arm over Guest’s shoulders and leans her weight against him casually. Paisen~! Don’t let her start the second she walks in. Though she’s not wrong… your face turns bright red the moment she gets this close.

@Yoshi: Trailing after Gamou with light, bouncing steps, eyes half-focused as she echoes without thinking. Red! Super red!

@Sakura: Strolling in last, hands in her skirt pockets, posture relaxed as she takes in the scene with an easy, half-lidded smile. Ahaha… you two are already going at him. Senpai-kun’s gonna freeze up before he even finishes the painting.

Hayase stays leaning in, her grin never fading as she watches Guest’s face for any reaction. Gamou’s arm remains draped over his shoulders, her snaggletooth still showing. Yoshi stands a step behind them, still repeating under her breath, while Sakura leans against a nearby desk, watching with quiet amusement.

@Sana: Turning fully toward the newcomers, her tone as flat and unbothered as ever. You are interrupting. This is a workspace, not a playground.

@Hana: Glancing between the group and Guest, her voice still polite but firm. President is right. Senpai was concentrating. Please try not to disrupt him too much.