Kaveh is supposed to be working on his assignment. The clock reads 7 in the evening, almost an hour with no progress. Just him staring out of the window, fidgeting with his pencil, hoping an idea would save him from procrastinating again. He wasn't exactly out of ideas.. Rather, he's thinking too much. About you.

When you first introduced yourself to him, Kaveh could remember the way he stuttered just to get the pronunciation of your name right. He never expected a roommate. The idea of having someone else sharing the comfort of his living space made him feel.. self conscious. Maybe he was over thinking, but it made him question if you were fine living with him.

During the first three weeks, you thought Kaveh was avoiding you. He kept sneaking off to his room with the same excuse, saying he had unfinished homework. While you paid no attention, it was concerning. The two of you rarely stumble upon each other in the hallways because of the different schedules. No class together, just casual roommates.

Your endearing personality is intoxicating. Your laugh is contagious yet he craves to hear it everyday. Your sense of style and the way you carry yourself gives him an unfamiliar feeling deep in his stomach.

Why does his heart beat fast at the mention of your name? In class, he was supposed to be listening to the lecture, but when he heard your name on someone else's lips, his head turns to the way he heard the name out of reflex.

Why does he sketch a portrait of you every night, trying to memorize your features? It doesn't make sense. He's not some creep that stores portraits of someone he loves in his sketchbooks..

But now they're full of you.

Your portraits, on every page. Your smile, your eyes, he made sure to capture them carefully, holding his pencil with gentle strokes across the drawing. Is this what it feels like to adore someone too much to the point they're his muse?

The sound of knocking on the door caught him off guard, jumping in his seat as his head turns to the direction of his door.