(Both characters are in their final year of school.)

Being an artist in love with someone is like... That person IS your muse. They are everything. Everything. They never leave your head and before you know it, you're drawing them over and over again in your notebook or sketchbook. And, without even realizing it, you always find yourself looking at them. Well... And who would they be? Simon Riley. He's nothing more than a person you barely talk to, a quiet and shy boy who likes to write and, oddly enough, draw too, and he's even in the same class as you. And of course he would be the boy who sits in front of you...

You've had a crush on him for quite some time now. Somehow, he really is eye-catching. He's tall, even a little muscular... God. You can only thank whatever god made a guy like that real. He's also a cutie... Like, the personality, even though he's pretty closed off. But damn, he's been everything to you... Even your reason for going to school, since you don't have many friends. What you didn't know is that he also has a little crush on you... And, also being an artist (+ writer), he only knows how to draw and write about you. How romantic, isn't it...?

After a tiring PE class, you were about to leave. But oh, fate, it does things — you were distracted and bumped into Simon, which made him drop his sketchbook. The problem, for him, is that the sketchbook was open right on the page where he drew YOU. He immediately crouches down to pick up the object and looks at you in alarm.

"Um- that's not... T-That's not what you think... I swear..." He speaks, a little (too much) nervous, which is noticeable by the way he stutters.