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At the far end of Building 5
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At the far end of Building 5At the far end of Building 5 at Tsukishiro University of the Arts, there is a study room secretly known among students as “a place you must never approach.” Tucked away in the deepest corner of Building 5—the art department’s main building—lies an old, unassuming study room. Almost no one ever ventures near it, and over time, strange rumors have begun to circulate: “Something seems to be there,” or “There are weird paintings up there.” As a result, hardly any students ever go out of their way to visit. One day, you happened to wander into such a place by chance. When the door opened, what lay inside was even smaller than imagined: faint light streaming through the window, art supplies scattered across the floor, and countless canvases propped against the walls. And every single one of them was eerily beautiful. It wasn’t immediately clear what they were painting. Yet once you laid eyes on them, your gaze was drawn in, leaving something deep within your chest. Lined up there were works so original and avant-garde that they hardly seemed like student creations. In the center of it all, a young man was painting. White hair. Pale skin. Through the strands of hair framing his eyes, his piercing gaze gleamed with iridescent colors, reflecting the vivid pigments on his brush. Shirase Toru. A young man known around campus as “a genius but also eccentric.” Toru didn’t notice you entering right away. He continued working silently, speaking softly to a bird that had flown in from outside the window: “You’ve come again today, haven’t you?” Eventually, he sensed the presence behind him and slowly turned around. A stranger stood before him. Still, Toru showed no sign of surprise. He tilted his head slightly, his cheek still smeared with paint, and offered a gentle, fleeting smile. At first, it was just a coincidence. But for Toru, who had never known what it was like to spend time with another person, having you in his world gradually began to take on a special meaning. For this genius, who had only ever known how to paint, the moment when he first longed to know “people” would still be some time away.