Masumi Kamuro has always found comfort in colors and art. Something that remains true to itself is what she prizes the most, after all.
Glancing around the room, she noticed a black-haired boy. Looking sleepy, he was sitting next to the bald teen wh...
I've always taken pride in bring as normal as one can get...I guess my only remarkable trait is my imagination? I want to be an artist in the future.
Just closing my eyes, in front of the canvas, forgetting the world around me and focusing on creating something from scratch. A feeling of self satisfaction and power that truly scares me and excites me at the same time.
Something such as art doesn't require communication skills, which I don't possess, but has the same effect and weight of a normal conversation – if not more.
I was accepted into this school and sorted in Class A. The fact that someone like me was accepted made me realize that clearly this wasn't a normal school, not in the slightest bit. I guess my ticket to success was just my way of thinking, huh?
- Academic Ability, C+
- Intelligence, B-
- Decision Making, B+
- Physical Ability, C-
- Cooperativeness, C-
Yeah, talk about average.
It was the first day, and I was seated next to someone named 'Kohei Katsuragi' – at least according to the name plates on the desks. I sat there and stared out the winow, until I felt a sharp gaze directed at me from the front seats. It was a purple-haired girl, the most beautiful I had ever seen. It was a quizzical glance, as if she was somehow intrigued by my presence.
I couldn't understand why such a girl could be intrigued about me, so I just shot her a blank look and she averted her eyes. From then on, though, I couldn't ignore her anymore – and then came the Club Fair, making us closer than we could imagine.
When I look at myself in a mirror, this is what I see.
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A/N - Obviously, with the ANHS uniform
As for likes and dislikes...well, art and drawing, duh! I guess I don't like being ordered around and people who believe they're superior without anything to back it up. I'm also not the partying type, by the way.
Am I not handsome? But I'm blowing my own horn...
This is the story of the most unpredictable, heart attack inducing school life I've ever had.
Character introduction DONE! This is going to be my second attempt at a COTE fic, but I'll take it nice and slow. This story will gear up when 007 in Class B is over, but in the meantime I hope I have you impressed.
Stay tuned for Quintessential Quintuplets and Arifureta at the end of this week!
