Renkotsu stared absent mindedly beside him. The fourth grade art class was filled with meaningless chatter of his other classmates, except her. She was always quiet during this class…any class for that matter.
Tsubaki had her brows knotted together as she viciously erased whatever was drawn on the paper. The project was a painting one and most of the other students were halfway done painting, but she was still on her rough sketch. The teacher insisted it was fine but she refused to paint it until she had drawn it right.
"…Tsubaki." He whispered.
"Yeah?" She responded, licking her upper lip and focusing intensely on her drawing.
"What's the matter with the drawing?" He asked.
"What do you mean?" She asked with a blank stare.
"You keep redoing it and…the teacher isn't giving you more paper to waste…just what's so bad about it?"
"It's not symmetrical…" She mumbled and he arched a brow.
"…it looks fine."
"No, it isn't perfect; this wing is bigger than that one." She irritably pointed out the detail of her butterfly.
"You can't even tell…and it's a rough drawing…rough." He tried to emphasize.
"And it still has to look pretty…this is ugly." She held up the piece of paper and he sighed.
"It's not ugly, Tsubaki."
"It is not perfect, Renkotsu." She argued back.
"It's good enough to turn in as a base drawing then start a new painting that can be oh so 'perfect'." He waggled his fingers and she stared.
"No, its not."
"I think it is."
"Well…your thoughts don't count." She held her nose high and he sighed.
"Fine, I'm going to the bathroom." He got up and went to find the teacher to leave. She glanced over her shoulder and waited until he left the room. She finished and held up her butterfly. It looked the way it had before. Grinning to herself, she ran up to the teacher, who nodded in approval, and got the paper to paint. Renkotsu blinked when he sat back down, seeing her painting with a content smile.
"What happened?"
"Oh…it was perfect enough." She grinned.
