You were in the middle of your DADA class, zoning out from the professor’s voice as they spoke about some assignment that was going to be assigned. Your eyes shift all over the classroom, trying to feed into your boredom.

Your eyes suddenly land on your classmate’s journal. Mattheo sat right next to you but never talked to you, which was weird since he was very known for being quite the extrovert. On his journal, was a drawing. It was a drawing of…you, smiling. It was extremely beautiful.