Things were moving normally back in Japan. With the Spring Tournaments in place, everyone has been focusing hard on their craft. (F/n), having to juggle between two clubs, made the decision after visiting America that she would let Oliver handle the Spring Tournament matches while she focused on her art club.
Currently, she was sitting in the high chair of the art club, looking at her blank sketch book. The art club president, Isamu, came in and noticed her blank stare. He made his presence known before sitting on the chair across from her.
“Deep in thought?” he questioned.
(F/n) took a deep breath through her nose, “Sort of,”
“What’s up?” Isamu asked.
“Our final art project for the national art exhibit is coming up,” (F/n) explained the context, even though she knew her own captain would know about it, “And I have no idea what to draw for it.”
Isamu hummed, “Artist block?”
(F/n) shook her head, “Not really. I’ve been able to do my normal sketches and other art projects. It’s just this specific one I can’t seem to get an idea of.”
“Is it because of the theme this year?” Isamu asked.
(F/n) nodded.
Isamu chuckled, “Not much to partake in love, huh?”
(F/n) thought about what he said. He was wrong. She did love. She loved hard. It was mainly a matter of the fact that the person she did love wasn’t aware of it (at least that’s what she thought). So much happened between the two of them, and she didn’t know if their bond was meant to go further than what it is now. She also didn’t know if the person she loved also loved her right back. It was too big of a gamble for her to commit to.
