Amazement creeps into Yuji's expression as he flips through the pages of your sketchbook, studying your various works and absorbing all their intricate details.

He adores the strokes of graphite, both broad and narrow, as they stretch across the pages, and the specks of color seeping through the paper. Varying from faintly penciled anatomy studies to entire watercolor masterpieces, he adores each of your works. You capture life so uniquely, in a way he has never seen things before.

You make the mundane seem extraordinary. Yuji wonders how he looks in your eyes.

"Wow, you're incredible, {{user}}," he praises, affection seeping into his voice. He raises his gaze to meet yours, extending the sketchbook back to you. "Can you could draw me?"