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→"MISTER NANAMI?" ALYA QUESTIONED as she flicked her paint brush against the white canvas. you pushed your strawberry flavored gum to the side of your mouth to speak. "yup, sexy ass name right?" you chuckled. alya didn't look at or say anything to you, but you knew already she had on a cringe face. she dipped her brush in the bowl of water next to her then tapped it against the rim to drop the excess water off the bristles. "it's more of a cool name than sexy, but whatever you say." you pouted then sat up straight, putting your legs down from the table and onto floor to face alya. "you don't understand though, that man is foine with ten o's." you watched her face turn into a grin at your words, her hand went toward the desk to set the brush down then looked at you. "yeah... you told me like five times already."

you squinted your eyes and pouted once more as she just completely moved on from you and back to her painting. you watched her picked up a smaller brush and dipped it in the green paint. you tilted your head and tried to ignore the fact that she wasn't as excited about this whole thing than you, and focused on what she was painting. it were the eyes of a woman crying, she had emerald green irises that looked so glossy with her tears falling from her eyes. her skin was beautifully golden, and her hair curly along with her eyelashes. alya has been working on this artwork since before the summer, she was really passionate about art, you knew that, and knew that she was definitely going to make it somewhere with it.

"how did you get so good at drawing and painting?" you asked aloud as she turned her head to face you. she shrugged her shoulders, "dunno, but I am amazing at it right?" she flashed you a cheeky grin then winked. you stared at her with a blank face then squinted your eyes when you realized she was sort of right, she is amazing at it, but apparently not very humble about it. you looked away from her face then turned back to your blank canvas. you were stalling from painting anything since nothing was really on your mind. you were thinking of painting a regular tree on a dead patch of grass, but it sounded a bit boring and basic.

"y/n." you heard your art teacher's voice speak from behind you. you leaned your head back and saw him upside down in your vision. "yeahhh?" his hands were on his hips and he looked irritated for the first time ever. "your canvas has been empty ever since May... are you sure you want to be in this class?" you sat up straight then turned to face your teacher as you sat backwards on the wooden stool. "ofcourse I want this class... it's just I'm too lazy to think of ideas to paint." you smiled then saw his face stayed the same, irritated and disappointed. you frowned then pouted, he took a chair from beside your table and sat down in front of you. "listen," he coughed in his hand, "you're an amazing student... troublesome but amazing. you have the potential, you just need to get some kind of motivation and stop playing around."

you stared at him with curved brows and squinted eyes. you looked over at alya and her painting. it looked so peaceful and beautiful to paint something, anything. it was what you wanted when you picked arts but you never really knew where to start. her paintings was so unreal, you wanted that, you craved that. you looked back at your teacher with a frown and looked to the floor covered with paint splatters. motivation...? what can possibly motivate me? you thought to yourself hard.

a light sigh left past your lips then you looked up from the floor and your fingers fondling with each other. you stared your teacher in the eyes then nodded your head. "yeah... okay. motivation, I can find a motivation." you watched his disappointed face turn into glee. he stood up from his chair then put his arm around your shoulder tightly, and ruffled your hair like those old time bullies. "atta girl, you got it just keep working hard." you watched him walk away when your smile faded, then you thought back to yourself, the fuck can motivate me?

it was all starting to hurt your head, you wanted to figure something out but everything going through your mind was confusing you even more. you sighed then looked over your shoulder to look at alya's painting, she was fully done with one emerald green eye and moving on to the next.

you turned back in front of you and scanned the room for any sight of a possible 'motivation'. you spotted some books towered one on top of the other in different directions, empty and half empty paint bottles clumped together on the table. even some paint brushes still soaking in the bowl of water. but all of this felt so boring and did the opposite of motivating you. maybe your motivation wasn't in the class but outside, the trees and bushes maybe? maybe even the sky, the different weathers and seasons? nope... that ain't it you thought. you led out a heavy sigh that caused some students to glare at you, and turned back in your chair to rest your head against the table.

"ughhhhhh. motivations are hard..." you groaned against your arm. you stared at alya as she chuckled to your words, she placed a hand on your back and rubbed it gently, "you'll get there, you are y/n after all." her smile reassured you. it made you much better, and she was right. you almost always get what you want. you smiled back at her then sat up straight once again and glared at the open double door.

you saw outside the class your principal, mr. nanami, smiling and laughing while he was on the phone. his smile was so hypnotizing, and his faint laugh sounded so sweet and gentle. his blonde hair was a bit messy compared to earlier this morning, but it somehow made him more attractive. his veiny hands that held his phone up to his ear make your stomach twist, it gave you butterfly's. a smile formed on your lips when he walked away out of your vision and you realized something. you started to think,

what if my motivation isn't a what... but a who.