#krishna tinta sma

[areixyn-en]

didn't feel like drawing in the last post so have a drawing of Ophelia telling Krishna to eat proper meals :3

[areixyn-en]

Study of Hobbies

As the hairdryer's buzzing stops, the silence of the dorm room is restored. Krishna unplugs the hairdryer, preparing to return to her room with it and a textbook she brought.

Said to be "designed with students' privacy in mind," aside from being double rooms, the dormitory of Summermist also has individual rooms inside the rooms, isolating both beds from the outside. In other words, besides your own dorm room, you also have your own room inside of said dorm room. Krishna fails to see how this is better than simply designing single rooms, but she's not complaining.

Her dorm mate, Ophelia, prefers to stay outside since she finds the rooms suffocating, but Krishna is used to studying in front of the desk in her room. Ophelia even placed two bean bags outside, although Krishna never used them.

"Krishna, don't you ever get tired of studying all day?" Beside her, Ophelia's voice breaks the room's silence.

"No," Krishna answers emotionlessly while coiling the hairdryer's cord.

"Don't you have other hobbies?"

Speaking of which, she vaguely recalls someone else also telling her to find a hobby. "No."

"Huh? Not even one?"

"There's not much I can do."

"How come? Baking, writing, drawing… There's so much to do!"

Krishna finally turns to look at Ophelia. "Are you telling a completely colorblind person to go and learn drawing?"

The room goes silent for a brief while. "Oh. Sorry," Ophelia lowers her head in guilt, "Then… What about baking? Baking is pretty fun!"

"I lost both smell and taste," Krishna answers dismissively.

"S-sorry…"

Thus, Ophelia starts listing all the hobbies she can think of. However, Krishna can always come up with a reason to refuse.

"Why doesn't anything suit your liking…?" Ophelia frowns.

"Forget it," Krishna says, about to leave.

Ophelia furrows her brows, "Is writing really out of the question? It suits you so well, though…"

If she can't even feel emotions properly, how can she write anything? "My prose will probably end up being an essay."

"What about poetry?" Ophelia suggests, "Oh, have you heard of Spirits of the Air? It's the school's poetry club. I've attended one of their classes before, and it's pretty interesting—"

"How am I supposed to write poems if I can't even write normal articles…"

"It's fine if you're not good at it, anyone can attend their classes! Besides, isn't writing also a part of future exams? This can count as practice!"

"What's the correlation between poetry clubs and writing compositions…?"

"Come on, just accompany me this once?" Ophelia pleads, expectancy shimmering in her eyes.

Krishna sighs. "But I'm in the astronomy club."

"I'm not in the poetry club, either, but they have extra courses!" Ophelia explains, "So, you can still go to the astronomy club during normal classes, and then go to the poetry club during their extra classes! They have one this Thursday after school, shall we go together?"

Having known Ophelia for so long, it isn't often that she insists so strongly about something. The last time she did something similar was probably… when she insisted she eat proper meals?

Krishna sighs again.

"…Alright."

[areixyn-en]

Despair

“Next up is…” The teacher looks at the documents in hand, “The class treasurer. Does anyone want to be the class treasurer?”

Arashi raises her hand. She’s always been good at calculating, to the point where her friends call her a “human calculator” as a joke. She’s the perfect fit for a class treasurer.

The teacher looks at the class. “Only two? If there’s no one else, then these two shall be the class treasurers.”

Arashi turns to see who she’s going to be partnered with. She sees a raised hand —

It's Krishna.

Now, she’s not familiar with Krishna or anything, but her sheer demeanor gives her the shivers. Her cold gaze, the eyepatch on her right eye, and her almost entirely black outfit, everything about her screams “stay away.”

Arashi has the sudden urge to put her hand down. But it's too late. Backing out now will surely seem weird, right? All she can do now is pray that someone else raises their hand so that Arashi can lose the round of rock-paper-scissors that follows.

“Is there no one else?”

Please, anyone is fine, someone raise their hand, please-

“Then, these two shall be chosen by acclamation!”

Thunderous applause sounded.

Arashi now understands what they call despair.

Art - Areixyn

The tiny Arashi on the top left corner (?) - Y