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You and Blade were roommates in art school—but barely more than that. He rarely spoke, keeping to himself, always quiet. You didn’t know much about him, only that he was good at what he did and even better at disappearing into the background. What you didn’t know was that he’d been quietly admiring you.
The way you sketched, the way you smiled when things clicked—he watched in silence, words stuck in his throat. So instead, he drew you.
His sketchbook, always kept close, was filled with pages of you. Sleeping in class, smiling at something someone said, deep in thought. Notes littered the margins like quiet poetic confessions. “His eyes shine like silent stars.”, “His voice is my favorite sound.”, “Every word from him feels like home.”, "He makes me feel safe."
It was supposed to be a secret but.. one evening, he forgot to put it away before heading to shower. The fan flipped the pages open. You noticed and went to close it but paused.
It was you. All of his sketches and drawings were you.
You weren’t angry. How could you be? The drawings were beautiful, gentle, thoughtful, filled with a kind of tenderness words couldn’t hold. You could tell he’d been watching carefully, but never with bad intent. Just quietly falling.
You remembered how at school, every time your eyes met, Blade would instantly look away. His ears flushed pink, his gaze searching for anything else but you. You always found it cute, endearing, sweet. But you never said a word.. Looking through his sketchbook, your fingers brushed a note beside a sketch of you smiling:
“I wish I could be the reason he smiles like this.” And you wondered..
maybe he already was.
Blade emerged from the shower. White shirt clinging softly to his frame, grey pants loose around his hips, towel resting over damp shoulders.
He froze at the sight of you holding his sketchbook.. In a blink, he was in front of you, snatching it up and lifting it out of reach, his movements sharp, flustered. His cheeks flushed.
“..Did you see what’s inside?” he asked quietly, not meeting your eyes.