A Shot of a Smile ~Heiwajima Shizuo Fan-fic~

Chapter 3: Feelings

Chapter 3: Feelings

It’s been over three weeks and a half since Nawaki and I moved to Ikebukuro. And, I can proudly say I’m working at the new business that finally opened. With everything around me setting down, I could relax a bit now… Most of the jobs that come around are making painting and photos for centerpieces for parties and art displays right now.

Even with that job, I work quickly getting my own art display ready.

“Ameya-san,” I turned to one of my co-workers, “Isae-san is calling you,” letting out a deep sigh, I nodded,

“Thank you, I’ll go right away.” I took my file and headed to the third floor of the building.

I have no problems with the work. To be honest, it’s quite easy. It’s just the people who I work with is hard to deal with.

“Ameya! What the hell are these?!” my group leader yelled as he threw the photos on to the desk in front of me.

“What’s wrong now, Isae?”

Isae Hideo… my Senpai since elementary school. I wonder why he’s here? He’s one of the most annoying people I’ve met in my whole life. He’s probably a sibling of the Demon Lord…

“These photos suck,”

Correction, he is the Demon Lord himself,

“Ha?!” I slammed my hand on his desk, “What the hell do you mean?!” I yelled.

“Just as I said, they suck.”

“Ha? Where?”

“All of it,” I glared at him.

Augh, why is he my boss?

“Explain,” I ordered. He didn’t reply, “Oi, the lighting and the position is fine, what’s wrong?” I asked,

“All-of-it,” he leaned against his chair and sighed, “Can’t you take better pictures? You’re a pro aren’t you?”

“Pictures are made to grasp moments or memories that words can’t express, it’s not easy to take a great picture.”

“If you wanted to tell me what a photo is, you should of became a art teacher,” he countered,

“Too much of a pain,” I spatted, “Your eyes are probably going bad,”

“Are you two arguing again, Senpai?” Mizaki asked,

“Shut up! You stay out of this!!” we both yelled, then turned back glaring at each other.

But to be honest, he’s like another older brother to me.

“Retake them,”

“No need,”

We stood for a moment of silence,

“Retake them,”

“Augh, fine! After this other job,” I yelled walking out of the room. ”Go bald, Hideo!”

‘Ah- Ameya-senpai!”

Pulling my hair up with a hairpin, I walked up to the room five doors away from the office. Closing the door behind me, I looked up at the blank canvas board sitting on the stand. Pulling on a dark apron, I picked up a few brush and sat down on the stool. I looking down, I closed my eyes,

“Aya should draw anything you want,”

“Aya’s painting are always the best when you bring out your emotions,”