128 The Most Beautiful Colour (1/2)

Sumire was surprised when she entered the hall filled with paintings. No, not just paintings but different works. Sculptures and any form of art.

'I like you.'

'To reach you and stay by your side. I accepted the director's offer. I understand that he probably holds a form of dislike against me, and that's understandable. By accepting this challenge, I could more or less understand why he did it to taunt me. To isolate me. Either way, it's because I do like you that I can do this. It's lonely now, but be patient, because of that you have to paint your world.'

She already made her mind up. That's right, to be able to catch up to him - to have the right to be by his side. She will paint, paint the colors of her world that have grown even brighter ever since meeting him.

'Ru, in the end, it's because of you that the colors in her world became so bright. That is something I will never forget.

It is because of Ru that she no longer saw a monotone world. However, the one who initiated and made those bright colors in my world is indeed without a doubt, Yuhi.' Sumire thought.

'But I see now you have that sort of feeling. That's why I want to draw with you. Your pain, your joy. Instead of telling them with word. You're showing them through your drawings. Usually, such miracles are impossible. But I know you can do it'.

That's right; it was that simple. There was no need for her to cry, nor for her to grief so much that it showed on her face.

There wasn't any need for something like that at all. The things she can't say or express, she can do so in her painting.

The words she normally expressed through her songs, there is another way.

Her thoughts broke off when Aika patted her shoulder. ”Impressed?”

”Very.” Sumire nodded. ”This is certainly an art's specialized school.

Aika laughed. ”Well, we haven't seen Yuhi's stuff yet. That's when you will be amazed.”

”Ah, there you are, Sumire-chan.” A cheerful voice said.

”Asami-san.”

”Where's your painting?”

”Actually---” Her sentence fell short when she heard her phone beep.

From: Atushi

We brought your painting. Aren't we nice?

Her eyes twitched, annoyed.

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”You managed it on time. We were starting to worry.” Akatsuki said as he placed his painting in the center of the room. Guess this spot should do. From the corner of his eye, he could spot several other works most likely from the third years.

”Right right, let's send a picture for Touko-san...”

However, the black hair boy extended his hand forward and snatched the phone.

Akatsuki looked puzzled. ”What?”

Yuhi sighs. ”Don't. Touko doesn't need to see it.”

Akatsuki seemed rather flustered. ”What? That's strange. You've always...always shown your pieces to Touko-san even after your break up.”

That's true. For a while, he still kept doing that. He did it to spite her, to show her what she lost. But Yuhi realized that there was no need to do that since he has already gained something precious.

”It doesn't matter anymore.!

Before Akatsuki could make another retort, though, they were disturbed by several voices. Only to find several individuals cloaked in red carrying a huge canvas, ”