@fjinyumi // @goemn
While sitting down at a local cafe, the TV in the background was blaring about how the famous artist, Ichiryusai Madarame, did not plagiarized his student's works but sold them for profit and under his own name. Fuuka shook her head, taking a bite of her strawberry shortcake, and swallowed. "It's still the same idea, though..." She murmured to herself, wondering how there are still bad adults to this day.
She began to watch the newscast, watching Madarame crying and sobbing grossly. Fuuka winced as she had to turn away and finish her dessert. "I feel horrible for his students..." She got up after she finished and left the plate and glass of water there, knowing the cafe was fine with picking it up. Turning her head back to the TV, checking to see if Madarame was off the screen, she unknowingly bumped into someone and gasped loudly.
"Oh goodness! I am so sorry! Are you okay?" Fuuka turned her head back to the boy she bumped in, putting her hands up on his chest and making sure that he didn't fall over.














