First year of university...and third day of staying in dorm. Felt little homesick but there's nothing you can do about it. Although you got yourself comfortable with new classes yet you haven't made any friends.

It's only been third day and the lecturer already asked for a partners work!? But hey, it's art class. Not a big deal.

or it is...

everyone in the class already have their partners but you. And a dude. A dude? Oh him, Randal Ivory, he sat in front of you usually. Constantly turning back, to stretch his back but glancing at you time to time. Not to be delusional, you just brush it off.

And so you had not choice but be his partner.

The objection are simple. Draw each other.

When its time to show the works, he just...casually draw you as a stick figure...

"How was it?" Randal said smugly as he shoves the paper into your face