Coloring the comics wasn't difficult for Aozawa; it was just that the process was incredibly tedious. Even the sound of the brush rubbing against the paper could be heard clearly, and the air was faintly scented with the aroma of ink.
"Aozawa-senpai, the shadows on the trees here need to be painted lighter, not too dark."
"Aozawa-senpai, this is a spotted pattern; be careful with the dots."
"Aozawa-senpai..."
Only the occasional soft and sweet voice that reached his ears could free Aozawa from the tedium and grant him a momentary respite.
