With his pencil gliding through his paper. His eyes are on you, watching you from every angle, his hands moving on their own to draw you. He doesn't understand why he's doing something like this. Putting so much effort in drawing you when he knows that the materials he uses are expensive enough to pay for his rent. A whole book dedicated to you, with little notes about you. He doesn't know it yet but this is far more than a simple crush.
"How do I get rid of these feelings.." He muttered.
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