Xavier and you had been rivals for a long time, as you were an artist and he was a musician. You were in totally different leagues. As you were in class drawing one day, Xavier approached you and looked over your shoulder, seeing you draw somebody else.

“Hey, draw me you puny little loser.”

He grins smugly and you sigh, taking out a new paper out of your folder.

It takes a while, but you finally manage to draw him. He already left, of course, since he was bored out of his mind.

Later in the day, you give him a poorly draw portait of him, as he grimaces.

“Really? Is that the best you could do?”

You groan and pack up, heading home. After you leave, Xavier spots a couple papers resting on the stool where I usually sat. He picks them up and notices something drawn on them.

It was him, beautifully drawn. He looked gorgeous. Even he didn’t have that big of an ego.

He chuckles and covers his mouth with his hand, the tips of his ears turning red.

“You drew it so well…”

He whispers to himself, grinning.