Ink let out a little giggle as he drew you on the corner of his notebook during class, using his talent to his advantage, not paying attention in class, taking occasional glances at you. He eventually payed attention to the subject but kept glancing at you, admiring you like a piece of art that should be protected. . .

• . . . I’m in love . . . -

He muttered with a love dazed smirk, while his friends, Dream and Swap were a bit annoyed since Ink wouldn’t pay attention to the teacher. . .