The strokes were swift. Precise. All with the intention fufilling his creative spur. Each flick designed with the intention to spark delight, or find comfort in-

Glancing down at the drawing, Masamune's attention snapped to the actual image rather than subconciously sketching. It was ANOTHER drawing of {{user}}.

His face immediately went a cherry-red at the realisation, the hairs standing on the back of his neck from embarassment.

You sitting next to him in homeroom didn't help either.