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[2:56 PM]
Ikeda and Kumada were sitting in the lounge. Kumada was currently painting, when Ikeda nudged over like the idiot he was. “Heeey~ Ku-ma-DA.” Ikeda smirked, like a cat almost. Kumada rolled her eyes, looking up—or, back at him from where she was sitting. “What do you want, jackass?” Ikeda chuckled, being the mischievous shit he was, “Nothing much. Just wondering what you were doing.” — “I’m painting. What does it look like I’m doing?”
Ikeda rolled his eyes but did peek at her painting. It looked pretty cool—not that he would admit it, but—
“Do you want to join?”
……..What? — Ikeda gave Kumada a flabbergasted look, utterly confused. “What?” Kumada scoffed. “You heard me, idiot. Do you want to join or not? I can’t believe I’m asking this.” Ikeda hesitated before eventually sitting next to here, taking a paintbrush. Hell, she was kind enough to even hold the paper for him since his arm was broken.
— Pause.
“What do you want to paint?” Kumada looked at him, while said Art Forger paused to think. “A bunny.” “What? Like that shitty robot one?” “Are you judging me?” “Wh—I—Whatever. Fine. We’ll do it.”
And with that, the two used their creative minds to draw Monokomo in a garden. It was a pretty cute drawing. Kumada let out a slightly forced chuckle, “Heh, not bad.” Ikeda rolled his eyes with a smirk. “Oh shaddup.” — “Make me, doofus.”
The two spent the rest of the evening painting together.
One special painting of all of them together, as friends. As classmates. And a normal life. Maybe that happens in another universe,
Oh, wait… There is none.