they say meaning comes from what you care about. | 虚無主義の
two students through uncommon circumstances, suddenly find themselves in each other's company after a certain indigo haired individual wins in a school show for his exceptional art, which som...
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scaramouche?
the one who sits at the window side and stays by himself like some anime protagonist?
y/n found that hard to believe. sure, she had art classes with him, but she didn't know he was that good of an artist. she suddenly noticed how he didn't even put any thought on writing his last name...
he didn't put his last name, he didn't follow the theme, he didn't even take the prize home... yeah that's definitely his piece.
after staring into nothingness for a while, she flinched when she suddenly heard footsteps approaching. she looked around, trying to find an alternate exit door but she realised the door was a little too far away from where she was standing. she wouldn't be able to escape through it in time.
having no choice she decided to run and hide inside one of the closets. dust immediately greeted her face the moment she opened the door, but she had no choice but to stay hidden inside it for a while, trying her best to not let out a cough. she soon heard two students talking.
"i can't believe our stupid teacher made us a part of the clean-up as a punishment!"
"right? even summer school would have been a better option than whatever this is!"
y/n started wondering what they could've possibly done to end up in a situation like this. her empathetic side started showing up as she imagined herself in their position, but that was soon cut off the moment she eavesdropped their next words.
"hmm? hideo look, these paintings are still fresh as ever. say, wanna destroy them?"
what?
"destroy them? do you want to get us suspended? as much as i like your idea amano, we can't do this."
"come on! no one will know it's us— wait, look here." the guy walked towards scaramouche's painting. "someone forgot to take their gold medal home, let's see who this belongs to... hah? scaramouche?"
"he won first place!?" his friend followed him.
"looks like it. i've always hated him anyway, now is the perfect time to destroy his precious little painting he probably worked hours on."
"i'm taking the gold medal!" the other guy cheered.
y/n still hid inside the closet, in panic. she did not like the idea of someone destroying an artwork that the artist put so much effort in. her instincts told her to catch them red-handed on plain sight. she almost the unlocked the door to stop them, but someone else surpassed her.
"are you that miserable you destroy other's work to feel some sort of achievement?"
