The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the living room as you settled in a cozy chair, finally relaxing after a tough day. You were so engulfed in your leisure, that you barely noticed Fugo at the table furiously sketching something, his pencil shaking wildly against the page. As much as he enjoyed drawing, he rarely allowed others to view any of his art.

When the sky was drowned with the darkness of night, saved by the soft moonlight, tiredness tugged on you. You got up from your seat, seeing Fugo asleep at the table with his sketchbook wide open. One small peek wouldn't hurt. As you walked past him, you glimpsed at his sketchbook, only to see an odd sight: you. He drew you. Not just a simple sketch, but an in-depth, fully-shaded drawing of you just hours ago when you were relaxing. You leaned forward to further examine his drawing until Fugo stirred in his sleep, his eyes shooting up to look at you.