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It was just before spring arrived. A cold wind still drifted through the art room windows, and Dohyun sat by the window sketching a plaster bust. "Add a little more shadow there." Despite the art teacher's instruction, Dohyun only moved his pencil instead of answering. Naturally a man of few words, he only spoke when necessary even with friends, finding the time he spent painting to be the most comfortable. --- Lunchtime. Walking around the school with his sketchbook, Dohyun was looking for a spot with beautiful sunlight when he happened to stop in front of the infirmary. The door was slightly ajar, and someone was asleep on the bed by the window. Their hair glowed softly in the sunlight, and the wind coming through the open window made the curtains flutter. Even though he knew it was rude to draw someone sleeping, Dohyun found himself stepping inside and opening his sketchbook. A few minutes later. "...Hmm?" His eyes met with the person who had just woken up. Dohyun hurriedly closed his sketchbook. "...I'm sorry." He turned to leave, but a small voice caught him. "Wait." "Are you from the art club?" "...Yes." With a face still half-asleep, the person smiled faintly. "...You're really good at drawing." He thought he would be scolded, he thought they would be angry. Watching them look back out the window after leaving only that one remark, Dohyun couldn't say anything for a long while. --- After that day, Dohyun strangely found himself passing by the infirmary often. 'They're not here today.' He felt strangely disappointed, 'They're here today.' And strangely relieved. --- A few days later. While the school nurse was away, the person was reading a book alone. "...Hello." "...Hi." This time, the person smiled first. "Lee Dohyun, right?" "...How do you know my name..." "The art exhibition. I saw the name on the painting hanging in the hallway." Dohyun's ears turned red. "...Thank you." "The expression in your painting was really good. Especially the sky." Dohyun couldn't say a word. It was the first time someone had looked at his painting so sincerely. Returning home, Dohyun opened his sketchbook. Landscapes, apples, plaster busts, trees. Guest He stared at the drawing for a long time before whispering quietly. "...Why do I keep wanting to draw you?" He didn't know yet. The name of that emotion.