muses | kozume kenma

trains.

Anything you look at for longer than 3 seconds today, make a sketch of.

Azumi stared at the black pen in her hand, twirling it between her fingers absentmindedly as her mind went to a far off place. Suddenly, the train shook underneath her and snapped her from the movie playing behind her eyes. She glanced down at her sketchbook and scowled at the unfinished picture of the cat that crossed her path as she walked to the train station today.

To her, the eyes were out of place and the ears were too perky. When she closed her eyes, she saw the cat perfectly– it had fluffy ears that almost bent over, one black and one a dull yellow, the rest of the cat splattered with the same color pattern. She reopened her eyes and sighed, clicking the pen and setting it against the sketchbook again, in the hopes that scribbling over the already ruined drawing would somehow fix it.

When she finally made it to the stop for school, she considered the sketch of the cat complete. Darn cat, of course I would stare at it for more than 3 seconds. Too bad I can't do it justice with this sketch.

She made her way off the train, taking a deep breath and grasping onto her subway card. She swiped it into the gate and made her exit, stashing the card back into her school bag.

As she made her way onto the school grounds, Azumi looked at all her surroundings. It was definitely the artist in her, but she paid close attention to the way the sunlight hit certain places, or the way the breeze slightly altered the positions of plants, not to mention clothing.

Azumi hated going to class. She loved going to school, for the change in scenery, but as soon as she had to go to class and attempt to learn, she hated everything. She went to her classroom, class 3 in the 2nd years hall, and sat down in her desk near the window. She set her sketchbook on her desk and began doing a rough sketch of the giant cherry blossom tree outside that could be seen from most spots on campus. It wasn't in bloom yet, but she still stared at it for longer than 3 seconds so she went to drawing it.

"Those are really nice drawings." A familiar, low tone of voice said from above Azumi's head. She quickly picked her head up from her desk and looked up at the one friend she had made in her time at Nekoma– Yaku Haruka.

"Thanks, but they're kinda awful." Azumi said lowly, continuing to draw soft lines all over her paper, somehow connecting them in a way that they would turn out as one big drawing of a tree.

"Shut up. I hate you. You're so talented but don't see it." Haruka complained, waving her hands around viscously before slumping down into her seat next to Azumi's. Azumi simply laughed quietly, shaking her head at her friend's antics.

This had pretty much been the same routine every day since starting school, but Azumi didn't mind. She never minded things working out how they usually did, that way she could be prepared.

When the classroom door opened again, Azumi found herself looking at the boy who walked through it. His head was down, watching whatever was on the screen in front of him intently even as he walked. To her it seemed as if he never even needed to look up, he was just led to where he needed to go by some unknown force. He took his seat two in front of Haruka, and Azumi took one long look at him before quickly clicking her pen and beginning to litter the next page in her sketch book with lines again.

"What are you drawing now?" Haruka asked, leaning off the edge of her seat and setting her head on Azumi's shoulder.

"Nothing." Azumi said bluntly, continuing to draw, and Haruka huffed in annoyance, but she didn't move her head.

"It looks so pretty." Haruka said, and Azumi stopped, uclicking her pen in confusion before laughing at Haruka once again.

"It's a bunch of lines. Can you tell what it is?" Azumi asked, and Haruka shrugged, finally sitting back properly in her seat.