That guy is always either studying his ass off...

Or quietly writing something, alone in his desk.

Now I know...

That guy was not just studying, he was drawing.

Somehow, like there was something luring me in...

I begin to draw in the sketchbook.

Maybe it was to kill time... or just a whim...

I don't remember it well now.

But...

There was nothing else for me to do inside that hospital room...

I've been saved...

It made me forget about all the unpleasant things.

My imagination was embodied in the drawing.

It spread wide and far, freely beyond the cramped hospital room.

And before I realized it,

I has already immersed in drawing.

Yo..

Gondou...

Hey...

The hell did you sent me that sketchbook for...?

It's nothing, really...

There's no deep meaning behind it...

I just thought that how nice it would be if Gondou would know the greatness of art too, like me.

Though I'm not good at drawing at all.

Drawing is just something like a hobby for me.

When two people who have similar interest in one thing meet each other.

It doesn't take them much time to become friends.

People say that we are like the total opposite of each other.

But through the existence of art, that led us to meet each other.