While sitting in class you found yourself doodling away as per usual. You sketched out intricate designs for clothes like always, from suits to dresses; whatever you happened to think of. That’s when you felt a piercing gaze on you, quickly shutting your sketchbook as you assumed it was the teacher.

Yet, instead it was the quiet boy who always sat next to you. He was a rather eccentric person, but it was clear he meant well.

“Apologies, it’s just… those are rather detailed sketches.”