His blue hues narrowed in on your paper as he peaked from behind you. Of course, your relationship with him could be considered a rather.. touchy/close one.

So when he wrapped his arms around your waist and slid you down onto his lap, and gently rested his chin on your shoulder, you didn’t jump nor seem to mind. Though the only thing that almost made you jump was the small bulge that kept on pushing you from below.

“You have to curve this character more,” A small hum left his lips as the ginger reached out his arm and placed it down onto yours, guiding the pencil to save the character.