Masumi Kamuro has always found comfort in colors and art. Something that remains true to itself is what she prizes the most, after all. Glancing around the room, she noticed a black-haired boy. Looking sleepy, he was sitting next to the bald teen who proclaimed himself Class Leader. She felt...a connection, a connection she had only felt before in front of an empty canvas. They locked gazes, but the boy turned away, disinterested. They didn't interact that much, until the day of the club fair. She wanted to check out the art club, obviously, until she heard a commotion from the very same stand. It was the same boy she noticed that day, and the painting was... Masumi, leaning on the fence, watching the cherry blossoms fall with a bento by her side. Her expression wasn't visible, her back facing the spectators. "Why did you draw that?" The senpai asked. "Because..." he began, "Love is a priceless painting." I do not own Classroom of the Elite - everything belongs to the author Syougo Kinugasa and to the illustrator Tomoseshunsaku.
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