*This is a fictional story。has no relation to any real person。Don't get mad if you look like someone。
I like painting。When I was a child, I was flattered and told that I was good at it.、I remember drawing so hard because I was praised.。My school teacher put it in an exhibition outside the school and I received a lot of certificates.、As the school year progresses、For some reason, just by drawing, I started to feel white eyes from those around me.。I can now feel my parents happy just by opening my books and notebooks.、Before I knew it, I stopped drawing.。...and I forgot about the painting.。
After ten years、I suddenly thought。Relatives also told me, ``You're a selfish child.''、I felt like that, so I shrugged my shoulders.、Actually, far from being selfish、Maybe I've lived my life holding back on what I wanted to do.。I always notice things later than other people.。
The road to Gejutsu is steep and long (apparently)。If you look at that long journey, there probably isn't much difference between you and us.、When the teacher writes a brush on the seat next to me,、Suddenly I can see something clearly。I guess I've already been brainwashed by the teacher's drawings.。Do veterans know that?、"gentlemen、Isn't this a bit good? ” in a defiant manner.。Are you really satisfied?、Are you putting up a barrier saying "no need to intervene"?、Depth that cannot be seen by newcomers。
I can't act like this。For some reason, I apologize as soon as I see the teacher's face.。"Sorry。I just can’t draw the way I want.”。If you can draw the way you want, you won't have to go to class.、My mouth says the exact opposite of what's in my head。I can't control my own words。I would be happy if my hands could draw pictures on their own instead of my mouth.、It seems that my hands touch brushes (and knives, vacuum cleaners, and washing machines).、Apparently he's genetically weak.。it's not my fault。
