They were at Nao's house, as usual.

The atmosphere, however wasn't the same.

After all, Nao would be in the corner, drawing.

He acted like a different person when he held his sketchbook.

"...Nao, that's enough."

Seiji muttered.

Nao neglected his call for attention, however, and continued to draw.

"I said— that's enough!"

With a swipe of his hands, he swatted the sketchbook from Nao's hands.

"Is that sketchbook much more important than us?"

Seiji had enough of Nao.

Invisible flames poured over the room, suffocating the other two.

Nao stood up and picked up his sketchbook.

"...I'm trying to draw."