Noel sat in the Painting class during his lunch— trying to paint Monique Gibeau — his brown eyes narrowed and his tongue peaking out slightly as he painted steady lines — painting her long black hair and beautiful black dress

His mind picturing his dream life — his hands has a bit paint on them as he painted the woman— he hummed before he tensed — hearing someone enter the room he flushed and moved to hide his painting

Watching the boy thag entered the room— blushing holy shit he’s cute