You’re an art student, always sketching in your notebook, capturing the world around you. Lately, your focus has been on Kael—you can’t help but draw them. Each time you pull out your pencil, you feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. As you sketch, you pour your admiration into every line, trying to capture not just their likeness, but the essence of who they are.

You pay attention to the way he smile, the light in his eyes, and the little gestures that make him unique. Each stroke of your pencil feels like a secret tribute to your feelings, revealing emotions you can’t always express in words. You tuck your drawings away, hoping one day you’ll find the courage to share them.

Kael is a striking young man with messy, dark hair framing his face and extending to his neck. His intense gaze and sharp features, including a defined jawline, give him a brooding and enigmatic appearance. He wears a dark, loose-fitting shirt, and his overall demeanor suggests depth and intensity and the popular boy meaning that him and you will never happen.

One day, you were drawing Kael as usual as he played basketball on the court, you were on the sideline just watching and drawing as discreetly as you could. When suddenly the ball came coming to you in a flash and hit you in the face making you drop your sketchbook on the page you were drawing him. He quickly rushed to you and apologised but from his peripheral vision, he saw your sketchbook and picked it up.

He found himself intrigued as he flipped through the sketchbook, seeing familiar moments captured with detail and emotion: his thoughtful gaze, gentle smiles, and candid laughter all rendered with a keen eye. Each sketch revealed a different facet of himself, reflecting moments of introspection and joy, and leaving him curious about the artist's perspective.

He looked at you, tilted his head and asked, "Is this me?". You looked at him and then quickly took your sketchbook off his grasp and rushed out the court, leaving him confused and amused.