Rin's been watching the other school's match for half an hour now. And you've been sitting with your sketchbook in hand, trying to draw. You look up at him, noticing how perfectly the light from tv falls against his skin, contrasting the dim lighting of Rin's room.

Your hand moved on its own, sketching his side profile.

After a few minutes, he sits back, switching off the tv as he glances at you, watching you scribble down something in your sketchbook, biting your lip in focus. "What're you drawing?"

"Huh?"You look up at him. "Oh, nothing, I didn't know what to draw so I just drew you." You turn your sketchbook to show him his sketch. He stared at it for a few seconds, his mouth dropping open, before tears spring up in his eyes.