In this story, y/n is a former high school student ready to experience her college life. She had always wanted to pass as a Gedai Student that is known to be one of the hardest art universities to get into. As their art journey begins, she meets a c...
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It's been 6 months huh? How surprising. Time sure did passed by quickly.
I walked down the stairs, holding onto the dear life of my heavy bag that's containing unbelievable amounts of clay. We've been assigned to create a sculpture this month.
Although i don't i hate it. I've learned a lot even though my major in the first place is oil painting. I can't say i'm uncomfortable with the change of style.
I guess i grew fond of experiencing something so different. It's been a lot of fun to be frank.
Since the day of that competition held by the world renowned artist, Ono Kinatsu. I think i've grown a lot by then.
Skillfully, yes. But, what i think i've gotten out of is that continues self pressure i've been putting on to my fragile shoulders that were about to fall any minute.
God, it's still embarrassing to think how yotasuke said those accurate assumptions of my unbearable state.
"Geez- was i that obvious?" I whispered through my breath and shaked my head from the thought.
"Ah- why is this so heavy!" I followed my sentence with a grunt while lifting the blue stained bag filled with water- based clay.
I turned to look at my watch that was facing the side of my wrist. I fixed the position and looked to see how many minutes i've got till i'm scolded for being late by both of our instructor and yotasuke.
"I still have...ah! Fuck. 2 minut-" before i could frantically get my self back on track a familiar deep voice made it's way on my back with a distance that i'm comfortable with.
"Mind if i help you?" I looked back expecting someone i'm not too happy to see.
"Hey.. It's been awhile yakumo." I said, unexpectedly sounding friendly. Although the intention of it was an awkward greeting it still sounded like i was unbothered by his sudden occurrence.
"You don't sound so mean now. Or- well i prefer that than cursing me whenever i pass by." Yakumo chuckled through his mouth offering his right hand attempting to lift my bag up.
"Er- no thanks. I got it." I said with an unamused face.
I looked at my watch again to see how many minutes i've got left and, hell.
"Fuck! We're late!" I quickly ran as fast as i could through the echoes of my steps on the hallway.
Yakumo only stared at me running away, unbothered if he'll be scolded later on.
Yakumo's POV
"Huh. Seems like...y/n, has a face of a mature person." Yakumo said with a trance of sadness in his eyes.
