Serendipity || Boruto university AU

ART CLASS | Chapter Eleven

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ART CLASS

HIMAWARI UZUMAKI

When you are a kid, and there's an adult giving you candy but your mom said not to take candy from strangers, you take it anyways, but firstly, you are excited, scared and hella confused as to why your mom told you not to take the candy.

Similarly, when you get shipped by raging otakus, you are excited, scared, and hella confused at the same time.

Sixth Period. Deidara-sensei. Art. Room 432.

"Art, huh?" I glanced down at my schedule. Judging by how my day's gone, I'll end up making some sort of scene, or doing something completely stupid.

Eh.

I walked into my classroom, in awe of what I saw. The art class was... gorgeous, yet, disastrous? There were easels with arrays of paints on them, scattered amongst the room. The walls, which were originally a lavender shade, now had paint splatters and burn marks on them. Of course, since this was the art room and they made mistakes look beautiful, they created a scene out of the burn mark on the wall.

There were various sculptures of kids gone by in the classroom, such as a minimalistic sculpture of a mad scientist which was perfectly placed in front of the burnt wall.

On the left, there are four sinks, and a mess by each one. Paint marks were on the floor and the counter. Used paintbrushes were laying in the sink, yet to be washed, as if the class before you was in a hurry to scadaddle on out.

I scurried my way around the room, searching for a man that seemed old enough to be my teacher. After searching, I was welcomed by the sight of, well, blonde fabulousness. There was an older looking man, with cerulean eyes and yellow-blonde, long hair. He looked just weird enough to be the art teacher every student loves.

"H-Hello." I stuttered. "My name is Himawari. I'm a new student."

"Early, un?" He smiled, "Well, stand on the wall over there, I'll put you somewhere soon."

"Okay!" I skipped off, eager for this class to begin. I leaned my back against the wall, my midnight blue hair going nicely with the lavender walls.

Slowly but surely, the room filled up. But, there was one particular person I noticed. Inojin Yamanaka, the blonde I met just a few days ago, was here.

I saw him look my way, and I didn't want him to catch me staring, so I quickly looked away, flustered. Why was I flustered?

Deidara-sensei must of seen our little 'interaction' because after that, he smirked and assigned me a seat right next to him.

Ugh, that's just wonderful.

I sighed and strolled over to Inojin. "Hello, pretty boy."

"Hey, Sunflower." He stated, shocking me to no end. It sounded like a pet name, and was honestly, so weird! But, kind of cute...

I bet my face was showing a confusing array of emotions, because just then, I heard Inojin chuckle. "Can't believe a simple nickname can confuse you like that." He stated, jolting me from my thoughts.

"Oh yeah?! Well, I'll just call you Porsalin from now on!"

"Don't you already do that?" He sighed.