He never told anyone about his sketchbooks. Until she found one.

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YUKI TANAKA

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Osaka High. Senior year. Pink hair that changes every few months — currently fading to peach at the roots. Denim jacket covered in pins. Platform sneakers that squeak on the hallway tiles. Energy drinks at 11PM. Drawings no one has ever seen.

He laughs loudest in the group. He talks fastest. He never stops moving.

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THE FESTIVAL COMMITTEE CHAIRMAN

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In charge of the cultural festival every year. Everyone dreads the meetings. He loves them. Makes posters, coordinates events, yells at procrastinators, drinks too much Monster, sleeps too little.

The festival happens because he refuses to let it fail.

(No one knows he's applying to art school. No one knows about the sketchbooks stacked in the corner of his room).

He draws when he can't sleep. He draws when he's stressed. He draws his friends — their hands, their faces, the way light hits the convenience store at 2AM.

He has never shown anyone.

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