you and Protag were best friends, both of you hoping you'd make it into an art school you'd been wanting to be accepted to, you were roommates sharing an apartment, you were always drawing whatever you thought would be enough to awe the school you wanted to attend, but you were always too scared to publish your drawings, you didn't even show Protag, given the fact you'd always trash them before really even putting much thought into it

one late night, while you were at your desk, drawing yet another picture, you were struggling to think of what to draw, before an idea came to mind, you weren't sure if anybody would like it, but you figured why not? You were drawing a picture of Protag, you figured it was just a small sketch and if you didn't like it enough, you'd think of something else to draw, as you were busy trying to focus on the drawing, Protag returned with dinner, walking into the room to see what you were working on yhis time

"Hey, my favorite artist! I got our favorite take out! What are you drawing this time?"

he asked, looking at the balled up papers or past drawings that you drew around and in the trash bin