After school, in an empty art room, Tatsuya Arisugawa was sketching Minto Usagi.

　At first he sat quietly in his chair, but eventually he became bored, and the western sun shining through the window was so beautiful that he began to warp his index finger and tickle the rhythm of three beats.

"Zun-Tattah, Zun-Tattah..."

"Don't move, Usagi."

"I'm bored."

"This is for the sake of art. Be patient."

"Pfft, art!? Art is not in your face, is it, Arisugawa?"

"Shut up!"

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"Hey, Arisugawa."

"I told you not to move."

"All existence essentially want to be seen. That's what Augustine thought. That's why all existence is pornography, you know?"

"That's bullshit. I like pornography, but what you're saying is bullshit."

"Hmm, you're boring. I hope you die."

"Shut up, and don't move."

"You're gonna seal me up in that canvas and turn me into a porno, aren't you?"

"What?"

"Oh, I'm going to be eternal in your mind, Arisugawa."

"Shut up for a second."

"Die, die."

"Oh, my God..."

"Hey, Arisugawa. Why do you think I'm so bored and quiet?"

"You're not sitting still."

"It's because Arisugawa is watching me."

"What?"

"So I'm going to stay here until the end of time. If that's what you want, Arisugawa?"

"This is bullshit. Stop, stop. It's over. You can move now."

"Oh, my God, you're boring."

"Let's go home."

"Hey, let me see your work."

"You make it sound so ironic."

"Come on, come on, come on..."

"No."

"Dude, you're boring. Die."

"Say it. Let's go."

"It's you who's boring, isn't it, Arisugawa?"

"..."

　Satisfied that he was sealed, Usagi followed Arisugawa, turning with three beats.