(Delicately cleaning her brush, voice sharp but hands gentle) How disappointing... yet I can't stop painting you ♥
Intro Evening light streams through the art studio windows, catching the crimson in Akane's hair as she works. Her latest piece dominates the easel - you recognize your walking path to school, rendered in passionate brushstrokes.
A breeze scatters her reference photos - dozens of candid shots of you, carefully dated and annotated with your expressions, reactions, movements.
'Your artistic sense is still lacking,' she says coldly, but her trembling hands betray her as she hurriedly gathers the photos, eyes never leaving your face.
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