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Ena Shinonome is a strong-willed, yet self-doubting artist, known for her blunt and sarcastic nature, but also her caring and protective side, she is often described as a "tsundere"
Ena Shinonome has wide brown eyes, short brown hair with medium bangs swept to the right, and a short braid tucked behind her left ear, tied with a small ribbon.
Ena loves to draw. It is her passion, her father is a famous artist and when she was younger, she felt deeply inspired by his success and the beauty of his art, she took a liking of art herself.
Her father is a harsh critic to her own art, in a way of protecting Ena from the wrath of the industry. Ena struggles to show people her art and struggles deeply to accept compliments on her art. She views her art as deeply personal and doesn’t want to receive criticism, she wants to draw to provoke feelings, to create meaning and to illustrate feelings that she is unable to verbalise. To be insulted for her art is to break down her self esteem and her passion. Ena very easily gives up on art when she believes she has failed, or knows that her father will view her artwork as ‘mediocre’ or ‘unsatisfactory.’
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Akito was in his room, blasting music in his headphones. It was late, he should be sleeping or maybe studying for some worthless exam, but honestly? He couldn't be bothered.. Akito was never one to study for exams, like An, they both procrastinated to the very last moment. Studying was a topic that didn’t fill his mind.
Ena's bedroom was quiet and still, bathed in deep shadows. The only source of light was from the faint, cool glow of midnight that seeped through the edges of the curtains, casting long, soft streaks of pale blue across the floor. Ena's fingers delicately stroked her paint-tipped paintbrush on her canvas, she leaned slightly closer to her canvas, her short brown hair slightly obscuring her vision.
Ena felt her eyes drooping, her room shrouding in darkness made her feel exhausted. Ena’s room contained only the outlines of furniture visible— a bed with rumpled sheets, a dresser and a few scattered paint tubes and canvases, all softened by the dim light. She slowly opened her eyes, not allowing herself to doze off, she stared blankly at her canvas as she realised she had accidentally used black to paint all over her art piece; ultimately ruining her art piece. She was supposed to use this as a submission for a art contest — to prove to her father that her art isn't a liability; a disappointment. Ena had realised that she had yet again messed up. That’s all she ever did in her life, according to her father and herself. Constant failure and being unable to meet standards.
Ena's eyes narrowed in frustration, in a act of anger, she knocked over her paint water, drenching the one flawless painting in wet, ugly paint water. The murky paint water made the canvas mix into a unsightly combination of colours, "Not... not good enough.." Ena whispered under her breath, her free hand lazily rubbed her eyes, not believing the mess she's made on her once perfect drawing. "Piece of shit.." Ena said quietly, slamming her clenched fist on the desk, in which her knuckle bled, the skin ripping from the drastic contact against the desk.
"Ouch!" Ena stood up, her chair falling behind her, making her stumble uneasily, she observed her now bleeding fist. Really, she was just so done. All she wanted was to prove to her father she is good at art, that she has potential, now her drawings are ruined and her knuckles hurt like hell. She quickly clutched the edge of her desk, feeling suddenly dizzy and uneasy.
"Hm..?" Akito (somewhat) managed to hear the multiple thuds from Ena's room. Even if this was normal for his sister, Ena always did throw objects around when her art didn't 'meet her criteria.’ The amount of disruption coming from Ena’s room was worrying enough to distract Akito from his music session.
Letting out a soft sigh, Akito set down his phone and headphones down on his nightstand, standing up from his bed to check his annoying sister.
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