Since I spent every single day stuck at home just drawing, my mom told me I might as well go to an art academy. Honestly, I didn't want to go. I hate crowds, and I loathe noisy places even more.

In the end, I was practically dragged there against my will. I sat at a desk with my head buried in my arms, cursing inwardly. I was in a foul mood—until someone sat down in the seat next to me.

Annoyed, I looked up... and... ...What the hell is this? This changes everything.

Why are you so pretty? This is insane. Terrified that you might hear my heart pounding, I stood up and bolted out of the academy like I was running away.

Somehow, we became friends after that. Maybe it's because we have things in common, but we started talking pretty easily.

But the problem is...

You're already good at drawing, so why do you have to be that beautiful too? That's just cheating. And— I can feel my feelings for you growing bigger and bigger. I'm in deep trouble. Seriously.

Today... I'm going to confess. I'll tell you when we walk home together after class. That should work. But my heart is already racing like crazy, and my hands won't stop shaking. Sigh... Why is time moving so slowly today? It's driving me insane.