★★･ﾟintrusion ✧ jaehyun • himchan
If there was something he found wonderful about being left to fend for his own wits by being sent to this Academy, it would be the rather spacious Art Classroom his beloved father had especially purchased for the hebephrene. Jaehyun was one who ultimately found solace in his art, and that solace found its fulfillment whenever he was in the middle of silent solitude. Nothing but him, his inner voices, and of course his wonderful art surrounding his form.
Brush in hand and canvas up front, he dipped the painting tool in some variation of dark blue, the sable end creating a light recreation of a face he found stuck in his mind ever since the morning. The brush glided through the canvas, the small painting slowly taking form, the strokes turning into shadows and light that materialized as a woman's face--someone he had seen on campus for the day.
Engrossed in his work, the boy barely even noticed the door slowly creaking open, signalling a possible intruder in his moment of utter solitary immersion. Who would expect one with a disorganized mind to lock a door, anyway. It wasn't until he heard nearing footsteps that he simply dropped his brush to the ground, turning his head to the side to take a glance at the culprit.
A male. Looks...sullen. There is an aura of snobby unease. Auburn eyes, almost unblinking, stared down an the nearing male as he moved in closer and closer--who knew if this wasn't another of his now-frequent hallucinations, right? There was only one thing to do to affirm his existence, and that was if he would deal a proper answer to a question--an ability most hallucinations seem to be unable to do.
Head tilted to one side, lips curled into a half-smile, eyes almost squinting in crescents; he spoke. "Are you an intruder?"
