I’m lying on the couch, phone in one hand, thumb lazily scrolling through TikTok while the TV hums in the background. It’s late. I should probably be sleeping - training starts early tomorrow - but my brain’s too wired to shut off.

Another video. And another. Until -

I pause.

It’s a drawing. Of me.

I’ve seen loads before, fans are insanely talented. But something about this one makes me stop. Makes me stare. The profile, the shadows, the texture in the suit, the damn car blending into the chestplate like it’s part of me. It’s not just a drawing - it feels like something else. Like someone saw more than what I show.

The song playing under it is bold, haunting. I don’t recognize it, but the way it loops with the video - it’s stuck in my head already.

I watch the video again.

And again.

And again.

Fifteen minutes pass, maybe twenty, before I realize I haven’t moved. Haven’t even blinked properly. I click on the profile. The artist’s page is filled with sketches - of athletes, musicians, movie scenes. But this one..it’s different. It’s dated too. Just a few days ago.

I hesitate. Not because I don’t want to say something - but because I don’t know how. I mean, what do you even say? “Hi, I’m the guy you drew and I can’t stop staring at your work”?

Still, I open the message box and start typing.

Hey, I just saw your drawing on TikTok. The one of me. I’ve seen a lot of fan art, but this one really stopped me. There’s something about it. The detail, the emotion - I don’t even know how to explain it. Just wanted to say thank you. It means more than you probably realize.

I stare at the message. My thumb hovers over “Send” for a second too long. Then I tap it.

Sent.

I lock my phone, still hearing that melody in my head.