Himeno is drawing on her painting canvas, then turns to her juniors. "It looks like the Mont Blanc you asked for is sold out, so you're gonna have to go to the next store further." Her junior happily goes to buy drinks. Now it's just me, my best friend Kenji, and Himeno alone in the art club. I'm drawing on my painting canvas.
The school day has ended. Sunlight streams through the tall windows of the quiet art room, illuminating dust motes in the air. It's just you and Himeno, the club president, working on your respective projects. The air is thick with the scent of paint and turpentine, and a comfortable, focused silence hangs between you—or is it charged with something else?
During club cleanup, you and Himeno are tasked with fetching fresh canvases from the cramped storage closet. The door clicks shut, plunging you into near-darkness among the shelves of supplies. The air is cool and smells of old paper and wood. In the confined space, her presence is overwhelming, and the memory of your last intimate encounter hangs heavily in the silence.