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Kanto Fine Arts
Students Wanted
Time's up.
We'll continue after noon.
Remember that finishing your piece on time is important, too.
Want to go to the cafeteria?
Let's go buy some buns.
Wait for me.
That kid...
What's up, Hayakawa-kun?
Oh, Takishita.
Are you not feeling well?
It's not fair.
It's not even fair.
People are using tools I don't even recognize.
Some of them are going straight for the brushes.
Aren't we supposed to be doing pencil sketches?
Oh, you're worried about technique stuff.
You'll bomb the entrance exams if you try to get too fancy,
but everyone's got a trick or two.
Really?
This is nothing like the fine arts club at school.
All the current students are really good, too.
I guess I should have started from the first year.
If skill is the only thing you want,
anyone can get there in a year if they just work at it.
Everyone's desperate to get good in the beginning.
And then, once you get decent, it gets kind of boring.
You feel like you're drawing the same thing everyone else is.
I'm home.
Welcome home.
Shinako? Why are you here?
My family sent me some veggies from home,
so I wanted to share some.
But you said you hadn't had dinner, so...
Sweet! Good thing I didn't eat out.
Just a second. I'll reheat it.
I'll help.
Huh?
Rou-kun, you've gotten taller.
I'm a growing boy.
Yuu-kun was 170 centimeters.
You're going to be taller than him soon.
Sing "Yesterday" for Me
Thanks for dinner.
By the way, how's my dad?
I think he went to bed already.
I heard you come home late all the time these days.
Well...
He told me what you're going to cram school for.
Damn it, Dad...
What's wrong with that?
Why would you hide it?
I mean, I don't want to come across as a try-hard.
You're so weird.
It sounds rough, though.
Art schools are all so competitive.
I guess.
Why do I draw?
When I was in second grade,
a landscape painting I made won a prize in a prefectural competition.
Gold Hayakawa Rou
Ever since then, I was always known as
"the kid who can draw" at school.
You're so good at drawing, Rou-kun.
Even though Yuu-kun's not so good.
Drawing was the one thing I could do better than my brother.
My brother was promising, but sickly.
He was always the center of attention.
As long as I was drawing...
As long as I was drawing,
people acknowledged me, even though I was always in my brother's shadow.
Are you going to your parents' home for the Bon break?
No, I have to take courses.
Ah.
I think I'll go home.
Yeah? I see.
What's up?
No, it's nothing.
It's just that you sounded like Yuu-kun when you said that.
I guess that makes sense. You're brothers, after all.
Shinako...
Are you never going to get over my brother?
Rou-kun...
I don't want to see you tied down to a dead guy forever.
But I'd hate it even more if you looked toward some other guy.
I'm not a replica of my brother.
I get that I can't replace him,
and that I'll never be seen as an original.
Rou-kun...
All I can do right now is work hard the only way I know how,
until you approve of me.
So...
Just watch me.
I think you're just imagining things.
We've known each other since we were kids.
That makes it seem like we know each other better than we do.
I can only see you as something like a kid brother.
That doesn't matter!
It does matter.
What about you, then?
You weren't just imagining things about my brother?
Can you be sure you weren't confusing sympathy for love?!
I can.
It isn't as though I hadn't thought of that.
It's not like you to talk like that.
Hello.
Milk Hall here.
Hey, thanks.
Y'know, you should wear your apron here next time.
No way. That's embarrassing.
The costume wasn't even my idea.
It's the owner's.
Really?
When I was interviewing for the job, she was like...
Could you wear a maid outfit?
Seriously.
Yeah, she does have a bit of a girly side.
Oh?
You sound like you know her well.
He was her classmate in high school.
She shot him down at the graduation ceremony,
and he still hasn't gotten over her.
Really?!
You didn't need to bring that up!
Excuse me.
Don't tell Kyouko we talked about this!
Thanks for your patronage.
Did you need something?
I brought my registration form for the summer courses.
Oh, okay.
Work hard.
I will.
What the hell?
That's my question.
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