Arts.

A/N: Whoop okay, this is new to me! I'm excited to do this though, I really enjoy writing! I may not get much out often, but indeed I can tell you that I'll try! Also, this whole AU started off as a little joke to make someone feel better, but now I actually wrote it and I can't be anymore grateful for them.

Warning: This takes place after the killing was supposed to start... but it never happened. The students have lived for a while, being anxious about when the killing will start. That's why no one is too worried about things(well, they are, but they don't doubt any person in particular).

He smiled as he drew the hoodie. It wasn't that noticeable, if one was to hang out with Makoto enough, anyone could overlook it. But not Byakuya. He took note of every detail that came upon his eyes. So yes, he did indeed know that Makoto awkwardly wore a blazer over a dark green sweater. And yes, he did indeed know there was exactly three yellow buttons on it, and he knew that yes, there was the blazer logo on the lapel. No detail about Makoto Naegi would escape his eyes. No sir, none. Byakuya watched as his pencil brushed against the page, nothing in his room making any noise but that. Sssrt, ssrt, ssssssssrt. He looked at the page as a whole image instead of individual brushes of graphite. Huh. It doesn't look to bad this time. He let himself smile as he looked at the picture. The smile on Makoto's face made Byakuya long for a life outside of the school. What would have happened if the killing game never happened? He blew on the paper, watching the eraser shreds fall to the floor. He stood up from his spot against the bed on the floor. He thoughtfully tore the page out of his sketchbook, pinning it to his wall, right next to the other drawings. All of the other drawings slightly differed, but they all remained around the same topic; Makoto. He hummed a familiar tune as he made his bed for the first time in what seemed like a millennial. He hadn't heard that song in ages, yet it seemed just as familiar as when it did when he was thirteen. As he got to the lyrics, he couldn't help but sing quietly.

When the world, gets, too,

Heavy put it on, my, back,

I'll be your levy,

You, are, taking me apart like bad glue,

On a get well card,

He somehow remembered the lyrics, everything becoming more clear as he sang. He had been told many times that his voice was nice, but none if it ever meant anything; they were all from people who cared about nothing but the cash in their pockets.

It was always you, falling for me

Now there's always, time, calling for me,

I'm the light, blinking at the end of the road,

Blink back to let me know,

The only way this would be more ironic was if he was wearing a large amount of mascara and way too much eyeliner. He pledged to himself when he turned 15 that he would never listen to those bands, think those thoughts, or feel those feelings ever again, yet here he was. The bed was made and he stepped back, admiring his work.

Ding dong, bing bong, "Good morning everyone! It is now 7 am, as such, nighttime is officially over! Rise and shine! Time to greet another beautiful day!" Byakuya looked at the monitor in the corner of the room. Time to go to breakfast. He normally didn't do that, he normally stayed away from the dining hall when breakfast time comes around. But, today, he felt a little different. Maybe it was because he wanted to compare his drawing to the real person, maybe he just wanted coffee, or maybe he was just so tired he felt like he was about to die. Probably the last one. He had only stayed awake all night two times. One time was to finish work at home, and another was last night. He hadn't slept at all, nor did he try. He was too busy trying to finish his drawing. Not like it mattered anyway, what would he need sleep for here anyway? They don't study, do activities, or really much of anything. It's just like a normal apartment system, except you can't get out. Byakuya Togami walked out of his room, noticing Aoi exiting her room as well.