EXTRA CHAPTER:
I AM CHIYO LUVIAN!
“Hello?” a black haired cute guy with a dimple on his left cheek opened the door of our art club. There was only Honoka and I at that time.
“Yes? How may I help you?” Honoka asked. I’m not really the sociable type of person, so Honoka is usually the receptionist when the other members are out in the field drawing nature.
“Is this… is this, the art club?” he hesitated asking. He must’ve been intimidated by Honoka’s glasses. Plus, Honoka’s the top student in our middle school; her grades are even higher than the council president.
“Yes, it is,” Honoka casually answered, intimidating the guy more.
“You want to join the club?” I interfered and the guy nodded. With Honoka asking, the conversation won’t go anywhere.
“Here, look at these. These are the works from the of all the club members. If you think you can compete with them, and then you’re in,” Honoka intimidated even more. Well, our school is a private one. And not everyone can easily make it without some kind of ‘talent’. The students here are also required to join a club of their choice in order to further practice their craft.
He took the book from Honoka and started scanning through them like he’s thinking that the works there are a piece of cake for him.
“What is that?” he asked pointing at another album on the shelf.
“That’s out of the q-question,” I answered.
“Why? Are those the ugly ones?” he said.
Honoka was furious. I know, because she just adjusted her glasses and stood straight.
“If it’s not a failure, then let me look at it!” he dared.
To save her pride, Honoka took the album out of the shelf. It’s thicker than the others and much heavier.
It was Honoka and mine’s collection. We’re the only photography members in the club. We integrated with the art club when our seniors graduated and it was only the two of us left.
“Wow…” I looked at him as his expression changed from a boring-ish face to an excited one. Honoka’s photos are really incredible. She takes candid photos of people in their best. Something I would love to capture too.
“Honoka took those,” I told him.
“Wow, you’re so good at this!”
He turned a page again, then another and another until he reached mine.
He suddenly grew quiet, spending a much longer time on a single page than he did with Honoka’s.
“Is there anything wrong?” I was worried. He might not like the ones I took. After all, they’re all landscapes.
Unlike portraits, which have actual human expressions, pieces of lands don’t really speak much of itself.
“They’re great, right?” Honoka said, “Chiyo won’t believe me even if I tell her.”
The guy nodded and smiled his fullest, “I’m Naoki Graen…” he reached his hand to me, “I REALLY love your photos!”
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Teen Fiction[EDITING, again] Naoki Graen, Sakura's avid fan, has been fed with unreliable informations about his Idol, his Venus and his Muse. When he finally did meet her, the reasons behind her hidden identity was even surprising than the person itself.
