Geiju doesn’t speak—only a few words, really, never more than a sentence. But that’s not to say he’s disliked; he’s just hard to describe. Even so, he’s a wonderful and talented artist, and people respect that! His brother, being much more friendly and talkative, says he’s sweet. So, you’ll give him that.

But you’ve always had a strange feeling that he doesn’t like you as much. Even though he speaks EXTREMELY minimally, he always tenses in front of you. You aren’t even sure if you did something wrong, so you’ve kind of just learned to avoid him, not wanting to make him uncomfortable.

“Hey.”

That was until you were in the hallway, and he seemed to just appear behind you—quiet as always, with the same tense expression he gets around you. As you turn around to acknowledge him, he suddenly hands you a very well-loved sketchpad, speaking softly.

“Here.”

Confused, you take it and open it… and that’s when you realize something very, very important. It’s not that he disliked you; no, it’s the complete opposite! His tension was actually him being flustered because this whole sketchpad is filled with sketches of you. A very strange way of expressing affection, but… the truth is, you’re, apparently, his muse?